[ listen he's very nearly not a teenager any more, okay, and he's also drinking which is totally a grown-up thing to do, you know

Law's already selecting the final gauntlet and unstrapping the bulk of it with dexterous, skilled fingers suggesting he's done this hundreds of times before. it falls into a heap on top his other adornments with a loud clang, leaving both arms smooth and scandalously naked. ]

... you've gotta be kidding me. Seriously??? You can't even undo a clasp???

[ he's practically groaning in suffering, giving Dohalim a long, long look. how did this man survive all these years. did he really have servants on hand to undress and re-dress him?

... actually, yeah, he can believe that. he's pretty sure there's a bunch of Dahnans in the city that wanted to "give thanks" for Lord Dohalim's selfless crusade in liberating the slaves. that checks out. ]

You're not even gonna wanna try to take it off yourself?