[Frankly, at the moment, he's banking on the curative power of sleeping it off. He's not going to judge Mr. Nameless Savior for trailing off, either -- it's late, he's probably tired, or buzzed himself. Whatever, Zhao Yunlan still owes him one.

He almost laughs at the warning, and then groans instead, and leans a little harder on the guy's shoulder for a minute. That was a mistake.]

Yeah well, there's gonna be enough of us--

[Ow. Okay, okay. Breathe. He manages to continue, with occasional pauses for careful breath.]

-- that I'm not too worried about it. I wasn't gonna do anything in public that tender eyes need shielding from, anyway. My god's temple's that big round one. The coliseum?