[ Bastien's mouth scrunches up in the opposite of a smile, because if he smiled the ale would leak out of his mouth, disgustingly. He has to swallow it first. But once he has, he smiles. ]

Metaphors. Always luring innocent feet into mouths.

[ He props his chin in his hand. ]

Maybe we say you are a shepherd. Fewer udders that way. Why not go after the sheep? Your fellows did, non?