[The entirety of Steven's dilemma is utterly lost on Lanque. Between not knowing anything about Jack and Steven, but also he's assuming any tension from his is because he was called by the shitty bar keep who didn't know how to mind his own business! His expression sours at Steven's explanation, as if that were even possible at this point, but his eyes notable squint at the mention of "nephew".
He has no idea what that means, and even less of one about whether he should.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he watches as the barkeep looks between the two of them, but then shakes his head. Simply requesting that they both just go. As indignant as he is drunk, he seems to want to stay firm where he is, but after a moment—he shakes his head with an exasperated sigh.]
I don't see why you care? Like, what do you get out of this? Think I'm gonna owe you, something like that?
[As he says that, his eyes flick downwards towards—well... Look. He's drunk, he was obviously up to something before Steven arrived, and maybe he's used to shady expectations... He's a troll, after all.]
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He has no idea what that means, and even less of one about whether he should.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he watches as the barkeep looks between the two of them, but then shakes his head. Simply requesting that they both just go. As indignant as he is drunk, he seems to want to stay firm where he is, but after a moment—he shakes his head with an exasperated sigh.]
I don't see why you care? Like, what do you get out of this? Think I'm gonna owe you, something like that?
[As he says that, his eyes flick downwards towards—well... Look. He's drunk, he was obviously up to something before Steven arrived, and maybe he's used to shady expectations... He's a troll, after all.]