[ D'Artagnan waits until steam is rising, and then drops a slice of lemon into it. He hands the others to Jack, gesturing for him to do the same. ]
Don't squeeze. The heat brings the flavour out. You want a slice in each glass, if you can.
[ He'd have put cloves in the slices before dropping them in if he could, but he hadn't found any of those in the bar area.
He pauses only when Jack says that last thing, and then he looks up. Jack's smiling at him, and it's warm and friendly in a way that makes him just want to stay here. He looks down again, shaking his head. ]
No. You were right. They would have killed me if I refused, or worse. [ Glancing up. ] I didn't have a choice. That's not your fault.
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Don't squeeze. The heat brings the flavour out. You want a slice in each glass, if you can.
[ He'd have put cloves in the slices before dropping them in if he could, but he hadn't found any of those in the bar area.
He pauses only when Jack says that last thing, and then he looks up. Jack's smiling at him, and it's warm and friendly in a way that makes him just want to stay here. He looks down again, shaking his head. ]
No. You were right. They would have killed me if I refused, or worse. [ Glancing up. ] I didn't have a choice. That's not your fault.