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I was particularly proud of the following two pieces of dialogue:

A long quiet moment passed, in which they weaved their unsteady way over the cobblestones, and Ioren noticed something odd.
    “Why does your neck smell of brandy?” he asked, unsure what made him so bold.
    “Because,” the Marnegonian replied, in a quiet, even tone devoid of any slurring. “That’s where most of it went tonight.”
    “On your neck?”
    “Oh yes - you reek of brandy and only anyone getting very close indeed will notice that it’s not coming from your mouth.”
    “So you’re not drunk?”
    “Not even slightly.”
Ioren took this in quietly, and mulled it over along with everything else.
    “So you were cheating,” he said.
    “Of course I was cheating!” he sounded indignant. “So were they. I just cheat better.”

And this one, featuring the same two characters and some bad language:

    “I’m impressed.”
    “I’m not. You must be rubbing off on me.”
    “Ooh…”
    “What?”
    “So many innuendos, so little time…”
    “Just get on the fucking horse, Connor.”