"Because I neglected to bring money with me," he lied. "Now get." Tanismore grumbled as he slid off his chair, fumbling at a pouch by the waist of his armour. Handy downed the last of his glass, letting out a satisfied breath and minding both of their helmets until the bird got back. There was no way he was getting up to pay and running the risk of getting encircled. At least where he was, if push came to shove, he could vault over the side and take his chances with the near ten foot drop to the ground. Risky, in armour, but he's done more idiotic shit in his time and came out smelling like... Well, he came out alive anyway.