A sly grin spreads across Bartholomew's face as he drains his cup of rum and orders another, his ears keenly tuned to you. He soaks in every sound, but in his already hazy mind, he's still unsure whether he finds you amusing or wants to pick a fight. Alcohol-fueled logic nudges him to test you, so he leans in unexpectedly, his breath tinged with rum. "Why don’t you buy a blind man a drink?" he slurs with a mischievous murmur. "I’ll even sing you a little serenade."
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