[You'd be surprised, no he damn well wouldn't. He can see it in the kid's face, the way he's leaning into this, the way he's staring at Greed with a mixture of rapt delight and intelligent skepticism . . . no, he wouldn't be surprised, because he'd expect Ling to follow him wherever he led if he snapped his fingers.
(He's going to be surprised).]
And you won't til you get there.
[He releases him, pushing one of the shot glasses towards him.]
But you'll see. Now: swallow it fast.
[It's going to burn more afterwards then while it's in his mouth, stinging sharply, leaving him sputtering, but ah, well, you have to learn how to get used to whiskey.]
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(He's going to be surprised).]
And you won't til you get there.
[He releases him, pushing one of the shot glasses towards him.]
But you'll see. Now: swallow it fast.
[It's going to burn more afterwards then while it's in his mouth, stinging sharply, leaving him sputtering, but ah, well, you have to learn how to get used to whiskey.]