[ Luckily, Adelis is paying more attention to the beginning end credits than Mishka at the moment, so his absentmindedness goes unnoticed. He polishes off the last of his glass before setting it down on the table, grimacing lightly at the suggestion. ]

I was not that bad. [ He insists. Others were worse! ] And you could hardly expect me to be a bloody expert, since makeup was the least of my priorities.

[ He had enough worries with food and coin, he hardly cared much for his appearance back then. A high contrast compared to now. ]

I suppose we're going to get nowhere with just one.

[ It's too easy to pick apart the obviously fake murder, even on a screen. When you've seen one person get their arms cut off or guts ripped out, you've seen them all. It takes a moment after he gets up for him to remember how to take the disc out, before he manages to slip it back into it's case and pick up another. He's not too sure what a 'chainsaw' is, but there's a first time for everything!

He only slightly refills his glass, compares to how much the other seems to be guzzling down. There's a mild side-eye as the screen turns to the orange tint of sunset. ]

If you drink all of that, you'll be buying me another bottle.