Achille's grin would have caused the Alexandria Lighthouse to find a new hobby.
"Robert. Your subtly is liminal, your ineptitude is staggering. One does not merely insult an acquaintance upon base visitation, besides, Roberto…" Remarked the raconteur, deftly downing the innards of his straw. "…You know not when to be stylistically magnanimous. The lady has merely announced her profession for the pundits of the bar - she is clearly an agent of the intelligentsia, not that you would bear any workable appreciation for such a party, of course."The Burgundian sighed, not so much breathing, but bequeathing air through his nostrils, winding wind through the trimmed cultivations of his nose hairs.
"A lack of perceptive acumen? So be it. Even the blind can bear a wise man's mind, my comrade."Achille grinned, settling comfortably into the arms of the jape; the role of the jester.
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)