He picks up the glass, and gives it a brief sniff. And then his head rears backwards from the scent of such strong alcohol. It feels like his nasal hair has been burnt away.
He would not have thought it of the man, but he knows better than most that you cannot judge by outward appearance.
'A moment, monsieur,' he murmurs, though he is sure he will not be heard. He retreats to the bar, and discreetly asks if Lecter keeps a room here. A key is presented at once; he thanks Bar, and returns to the fireplace.
'Forgive me,' he says, quietly. 'But one should not be left here at the mercy of any miscreant.'
He slides one hand under the sleeping man's knees, and the other under one arm to grasp around his back. Then he lifts him, with no more trouble than if he were a child, and walks with him to the stairs. The blanket stays in place, and he keeps an eye on his face, expecting the movement to cause some reaction. He has not encountered any alcohol that could debilitate a man to that degree.
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He would not have thought it of the man, but he knows better than most that you cannot judge by outward appearance.
'A moment, monsieur,' he murmurs, though he is sure he will not be heard. He retreats to the bar, and discreetly asks if Lecter keeps a room here. A key is presented at once; he thanks Bar, and returns to the fireplace.
'Forgive me,' he says, quietly. 'But one should not be left here at the mercy of any miscreant.'
He slides one hand under the sleeping man's knees, and the other under one arm to grasp around his back. Then he lifts him, with no more trouble than if he were a child, and walks with him to the stairs. The blanket stays in place, and he keeps an eye on his face, expecting the movement to cause some reaction. He has not encountered any alcohol that could debilitate a man to that degree.