Dresden Academy

Somewhat affronted, Alistair's jaw gapes. "No- no ..it's-" It was supposed to be all beast-like, manly and whatnot. Not dogsmelly. Alistair decided she was being dramatic, frowning a little. Much too dramatic. He sniffed serupticiously at himself again. "Not like a need your opinion-" He added with a slight huff to his tone, looking slightly disturbed at her leaning. Except now he really wondered how bad it was. "You're all- drunk anyway. Your senses are off." Which brought him back to the more serious issue. "-And you keep makin' a hullabaloo out here you'll get nicked. Come on." He mutters, trying to get her walking.