[Day 12] This is Your Moment! [Seban & Eoric]

"Ser Eeeoric." Ser Seban held his posture remarkably straight, and his face surprisingly lively for somebody who struggled to form sentences.
"I will aquire...Aquit... No I will acquiesce your gracefull request Ser." Seban makes an ironic bow as the old warrior slumps down. "I am sure others are very relieved that I take up your time."
Seban spends a few moments focusing on the cup before he makes a carefully planned grab for it, and drains it's contents, before he again turns to the knight. "For what would your service require me?"
Looking down at the table, he puts his hands next to the older knight, comparing Eorics callouses, to his own, much smoother hands.

"For all the flowers... farmed, and for all the flowers he has yet to conquer!"
Seban raises his cup another time to the fallen hero. "So Eoric." Seban leans close enough that Eoric can feel Sebans lips on his earlobe. "How does it feel to be the oldest, grimmest bugger around? After Ser Donnel finally got to his seven? Will we ease up with all that damn marching we had to do?"
If he tried to be quiet, it could be advicable to lower his voice, but instead, it seemed like he raised his voice as he shouted into Eorics ear.

"If the septon is not Gelded himself before too long, he can praise the seven truly! He should have little authority if we march, or instead spend our time more deliberately." Seban seems to be happy with the Septons reduced fortunes, Gyldenhaal needed more enjoyment after all, it was a wonder how a flower like Delia had grown up there!

"I am a man with finer tastes than wenches who grow wet by the sound of two stags rubbing together! I suspect I soon will win forward by my wooing! You just see!"

Seban helps himself to a liberal dose of Eorics flagon, before filling up for Eoric too. "I imagine Gykdenhaal could do with more ambitious men! Look what happens when we allow the old hag and the young maid to squabble!"

The finger Seban was supposed to punctuate his point with ends up in Eorics cup, but the young knight does not seem to notice.

Seban seems to weigh the words of Eoric carefully, before replying: "By the end of tonight, you will be proven wrong." By the pause he takes after his first sentence, he might just be too drunk, and not deliberating at all.

Ser Seban then fills up Eorics cup generously. "What would you say to distract a chaperone, and you can help me prove you wrong?"
He attempts to wink, but for added effect, he winks with both eyes, which turns the whole world dark, and Seban quicly abandons his conspiratoral look, and instead turns to his own wine.