[Horatio literally has never romanced anything or anyone. So it would be fair to say he has never successfully romanced a woman when unable to walk, yes...]
No, but in order to romance them at all, you must arrive where they are without falling into the dock on route!
[Possibly for romancing. Also possibly for acquiring a test subject to romance. Either way, he was the sober monitor meant to ensure the not dock falling off.]
[And maybe he means you can't romance me because depending on the time period it might be a hanging offense, or perhaps he means you can't romance me because I am not a fancier of boys, but somehow, it comes out sounding like you can't romance me because you're a rubbish drunk and not nearly suave enough.
Also but why not. This lack of eating and instead thoughtfully staring is very clearly 'why do you suggest that like a bad plan that is an awesome plan you burk.']
And yet you invite me to your boat for delicious sandwiches.
[How can you be mad at this beaming smile, Horatio. How can you be angry with happy cheerful kisses blown in your direction between munches of sandwich.
Isn't this better than whist? This is a million times better than whist.]
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Boo.
This is the crankiest sandwich to ever be eaten, sir. The crankiest. The just absolute most cranky ever you don't even know.
Except you do because there is so much righteous huffing to accompany it. Huffing and pouting and looking woeful.
Aren't you glad you invited him over.]
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Come on, don't be like that. I think we both know you're in no shape to be romancing anyone...
[It's not like Horatio's withholding something you otherwise would have been able to obtain, Cynric! Just eat your sandwich.]
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[Is it.
Because he will romance the shit out of someone at this state of intoxication.
Out of the ship itself, if it comes to that.]
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[It's not a challenge, exactly...
He's just pouring some scorn on your capabilities, that's all.]
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D'you only romance women who require you to walk at them?
[Bro that's odd.]
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No, but in order to romance them at all, you must arrive where they are without falling into the dock on route!
[He's not odd. You're odd.]
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[Possibly for romancing. Also possibly for acquiring a test subject to romance. Either way, he was the sober monitor meant to ensure the not dock falling off.]
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[And maybe he means you can't romance me because depending on the time period it might be a hanging offense, or perhaps he means you can't romance me because I am not a fancier of boys, but somehow, it comes out sounding like you can't romance me because you're a rubbish drunk and not nearly suave enough.
Impugned indeed!]
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As is throwing a bit of bread at the other man, but it's just the regular sort of rude.]
Then it's a wash, is'n'ah. Can't prove either way.
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What do you expect me to do? Should we go wandering out into the night looking for someone for you to throw yourself at?
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Also but why not. This lack of eating and instead thoughtfully staring is very clearly 'why do you suggest that like a bad plan that is an awesome plan you burk.']
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No it's not and we're not doing it.]
Just finish your sandwich.
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's 'cos you know I'm right.
[Romance-y and he knows it. Even while half-coherent like this.]
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Finish your sandwich.
[He was clearly underestimating how drunk he'd need to be to endure this.]
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Sandwich raised for a toast, then happily stuffed back into Cynric's mouth.]
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Horatio sinks down onto the edge of his bed, across the small table from Cynric.]
You, Sir, are more trouble than you could possibly be worth.
[Said with affection, despite himself.]
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[How can you be mad at this beaming smile, Horatio. How can you be angry with happy cheerful kisses blown in your direction between munches of sandwich.
Isn't this better than whist? This is a million times better than whist.]