I Like The Way It Hurts

He had barely even noticed the girl until she was there speaking, he didn't jump but his gaze quickly flashed over to her a bit surprised. He only looked up the mast as she mentioned the raft and it took him a moment to even respond. "Not without a sail." He commented humorously in his own British accent, but without any emotion at all really. Balthier was really a flat toned and serious brute, but now he just seemed sour and careless. It showed in the way he talked and acted. He didn't really mean it... but no, he did want some kind of attention.

He lifted his quarter empty bottle of wine before placing it on the ground between them in a bit of an offer before turning his body to pull out another wine bottle from his supplies and popping that one open for himself. He hadn't drank much yet really but he had been every single night since he left Fenmyre. He was a bit zombied during the day and then drunk come the night time. "Neither. Anymore." He responded back to her as he looked back into the flames and started drinking from his wine bottle. He really wasn't interested in sharing, he was sharing enough with giving her some alcohol. He tried not to pay much mind to her but honestly he was starting to get some bad thoughts of his own. Why else would approach him alone on the beach? Maybe to kill him, then he wouldn't be Azzurra's problem anymore.

"Balthier Destruction"