Eren half-means it to be suggestive. This is that kind of job, and they're both dressed how they are. But he's not the best at being flirtatious anyway.
Even he isn't too obtuse to catch the way Edmond's face colours though.
He considers saying something that will make it worse and manages to bite his tongue.
"All right. You have a drink preference?" Luckily no one is relying on Eren to make drinks, but he can go grab one from a bartender real quick.
He exhales a little sigh. A drink preference..? His preference would actually be to not be here at all but he's here now... so maybe just...
"Something not too strong," he suggests, making a small gesture with one hand. "I'd prefer to keep my wits intact."
Granted, in a place like this one, a drink need not be alcoholic to have alternative effects, but that thought doesn't occur to Edmond for the moment. He already feels strange enough telling Eren to go and get it for him.
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Even he isn't too obtuse to catch the way Edmond's face colours though.
He considers saying something that will make it worse and manages to bite his tongue.
"All right. You have a drink preference?" Luckily no one is relying on Eren to make drinks, but he can go grab one from a bartender real quick.
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"Something not too strong," he suggests, making a small gesture with one hand. "I'd prefer to keep my wits intact."
Granted, in a place like this one, a drink need not be alcoholic to have alternative effects, but that thought doesn't occur to Edmond for the moment. He already feels strange enough telling Eren to go and get it for him.
"I'll leave the choice to you."