He looks mildly horrified at the idea. Also probably the idea of dancing, too, seeing as he doesn't mention it at all. Instead, further diversion, focussing on Byerly's tone - to a level probably not so usual for Josias. Subtle reactions and glances don't tend to be things he picks up on, but here, now, a little flexibility must be applied. His true, hungry curiosity for Byerly's poor mood hasn't yet been sated.
"You used to because you aren't young, or because you're ambassador?" he asks, still with that regular earnestness, awkwardly oblivious to the potential insult couched in the question.
The accidental insult makes Byerly laugh. It's not a particularly merry sound, but that is to be attributed to his mood rather than any real offense. In a better time, he'd actually be quite buoyed by the young man's faux pas.
"Because I'm ambassador," he answers.
Then, perhaps from some sympathy to the poor fellow, he switches over to Antivan. His command of the language certainly isn't as strong as his knowledge of Orlesian or of Trade, but it's decent enough: though he errs frequently in the grammar, mis-conjugating his verbs and mis-gendering his nouns, he speaks with such fluent confidence that a listener might not even notice.
"I want to keep dancing and gambling until I die," he says. "We'll be old men whose hearts give out in front of Wicked Grace."
Something like delight blooms on Josias' face as the first syllables of Antivan cross Byerly's lips. As he continues talking, however, the expression becomes more rigid, no longer genuine, held in place so as not to appear rude. A little hypocritical, it seems, towards anyone struggling with the one language he's fluent in.
"Surely the two go hand in hand," he replies in Antivan, and though his words come faster and more confidently, it doesn't seem to alleviate much of his general awkward demeanour. "All I've seen most ambassadors do is drink and gamble."
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He looks mildly horrified at the idea. Also probably the idea of dancing, too, seeing as he doesn't mention it at all. Instead, further diversion, focussing on Byerly's tone - to a level probably not so usual for Josias. Subtle reactions and glances don't tend to be things he picks up on, but here, now, a little flexibility must be applied. His true, hungry curiosity for Byerly's poor mood hasn't yet been sated.
"You used to because you aren't young, or because you're ambassador?" he asks, still with that regular earnestness, awkwardly oblivious to the potential insult couched in the question.
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"Because I'm ambassador," he answers.
Then, perhaps from some sympathy to the poor fellow, he switches over to Antivan. His command of the language certainly isn't as strong as his knowledge of Orlesian or of Trade, but it's decent enough: though he errs frequently in the grammar, mis-conjugating his verbs and mis-gendering his nouns, he speaks with such fluent confidence that a listener might not even notice.
"I want to keep dancing and gambling until I die," he says. "We'll be old men whose hearts give out in front of Wicked Grace."
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"Surely the two go hand in hand," he replies in Antivan, and though his words come faster and more confidently, it doesn't seem to alleviate much of his general awkward demeanour. "All I've seen most ambassadors do is drink and gamble."