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[deepserpent]

Although Astaroth had directed Toliver on the first night not to appear in the penthouse without using the door, he does exactly that, unconcerned. Nero is pacing in front of the perpetual fire when they materialize, and stops with alert eyes and ears turned toward them; recognition sends him back to his spot, curled up in the warm glow, watching

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[theotherhero]

He still looks a bit dazed and stares at the fire, trying not to feel so small. After a second of puzzling through Astaroth's words, he nods.

"Yeah. Yeah, that'd be... good. Somethin' strong, maybe?"

[deepserpent]

Astaroth nods; he could use the same, for a different reason. He presses a hand to his stomach with a grimace as he goes to the liquor cabinet, muttering to himself. "Ugh. I'm going to have to hit rock bottom just to get the taste out of my mouth."

He grabs two glasses, the bottle of Disaronno, and one of a Russian vodka that he particularly likes; it's the closest a person could come to drinking liquid fire (if they wanted to survive the experience). He pours this for Toliver and returns to the couch, handing him the glass.

"Tell me if it's too much."

[theotherhero]

He takes the glass and drinks. He face goes into some ridiculous contortions considering his usual taste in alcohol and he shivers, but he curls his hands around the glass protectively and tucks his legs up on the couch.

"S'perfect," he insists.

[deepserpent]

He smirks slightly, and takes a seat on the couch, opposite Toliver.

"You were very brave tonight," he says plainly. "But you didn't have to do that."