You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
"...Mmmm." Adam shrugged as if he didn't believe her or he didn't care, but really he knew Amalia was right. He talked a big game and was hardly a saint, but Adam had never murdered, had always struggled to steal from anyone poorer than a duke and had always refused to do anything to a child or other innocent. As criminals went, he was practically soft, but letting people know that in his old line of work would have been tantamount to suicide.
Her offer to teach him about them was oddly out of place in a drunken ramble home, but he found himself actually wanting to say yes. But...his head was slipping out of his hand, dangerously close to knocking out. "How about you make it a bed time story?" He asked, wobbily standing up as he held the railing. "I wanna see this bed, then you can preach at me all you want. Whisper about the Gods in my ears as I sleep, maybe I'll have a vision or some shit." With this said, he climbed the last few stairs then looked about for something that might be a bedroom.
Adam
It didn't.
