A grin spreads across Eggsy's face. He figured Harry had something, based on how many times he's seen him with some sort of drink in his hand. He pushes off the wall and goes to find the cabinet in question, taking a minute to let his eyes wander over the bottles before he finds the rum. Of course it's much nicer than anything he's had; he'd never spend so much on booze. Maybe if he had money he would do, but...that's not really something he thinks a lot about. He lives in the moment too much for daydreams about buying nice alcohol.
"Nah, I don't think you could be a bad host," he says, bringing the bottle back over to Harry. "It's like ingrained into you, all that manners business." He doesn't say it with the bite he might have had in his voice when they'd first talked in the pub. Here it's an observation, not a defensive accusation.
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Date: 2019-08-28 03:32 am (UTC)"Nah, I don't think you could be a bad host," he says, bringing the bottle back over to Harry. "It's like ingrained into you, all that manners business." He doesn't say it with the bite he might have had in his voice when they'd first talked in the pub. Here it's an observation, not a defensive accusation.