[ the singing catches him off-guard, too, mostly because his impression of Balthier thus far has been "witty gentleman" and not "con man," but maybe the former is a testament to the latter. Bruno understands what he's up to fairly quickly - he's used to putting on acts like this. That said, he can only guess at what the desired end result here is. He's not going to try a a full-blown jailbreak, is he? In his underwear?
He'll have to hope not. He keeps his mouth shut while Balthier performs (he doesn't know him well enough to join in on this little bit of improv), pretending to focus on the mildly arduous task of putting on pants when they're wet until he's called upon. ]
... Fine. Someone's got to keep you in line.
[ a small attempt to play along. It's a bit surprising the guard will permit him to take a guest, but, frankly, Bruno's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. So he squelches over, muttering to Balthier under his breath in hopes the guard won't hear: ]
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He'll have to hope not. He keeps his mouth shut while Balthier performs (he doesn't know him well enough to join in on this little bit of improv), pretending to focus on the mildly arduous task of putting on pants when they're wet until he's called upon. ]
... Fine. Someone's got to keep you in line.
[ a small attempt to play along. It's a bit surprising the guard will permit him to take a guest, but, frankly, Bruno's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. So he squelches over, muttering to Balthier under his breath in hopes the guard won't hear: ]
You've got guts.