[old habits are hard to break...! and Mikhail's got a bad habit of being an obnoxious bastard. trauma and burning hatred did wonders to bring a quiet child out of his shell, apparently. he's really not trying to piss off Mòrag, but, ah, her reactions are pretty great.
Mikhail weaves around the flying cutlery and furniture with flourishing movements like it's a dance, pauses at some point to wink at Mòrag, and snatches a chair before he reaches the table and plonks it down across from her to sit.]
Alright, I'll be serious... starting now. Can I buy you a drink?
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Mikhail weaves around the flying cutlery and furniture with flourishing movements like it's a dance, pauses at some point to wink at Mòrag, and snatches a chair before he reaches the table and plonks it down across from her to sit.]
Alright, I'll be serious... starting now. Can I buy you a drink?
[that— that's his idea of being serious.]