[When Nesso reemerges -- less glittery and dressed in much more appropriate attire for a noble knight. Or any adult man because wow hot pants, no. -- he looks only slightly less mortified.
He walks back to Elza, reaching out to shove at his shoulder. Stop the giggling.] All right. That drink is sounding better and better. Shall we go?
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He walks back to Elza, reaching out to shove at his shoulder. Stop the giggling.] All right. That drink is sounding better and better. Shall we go?