"I don't know, lad. This is an official diplomatic mission. While I trust you and your judgement, I really don't think it's a good idea." Sigismund said and took a sip of his Psionic beer.
We were both on our sixth and I had hoped it would make him slightly more malleable, but like me, the drink has no effect on him.
Since straight up asking didn't work, I had to go to plan B.
Lean into his intense xenophobia.
I shrugged my shoulders and leant back in my chair, bringing my drink to my chin. "I suppose. I just thought that even though this is supposed to be a peace mission, we could give the Coalition one last 'fuck you' before we do."
I then took a sip of my drink and began to look around the room at nothing in particular until Sigismund asked,
" A 'Fuck you' how?"
