Kos smiled. The invitation wasn't subtle, but then again, he wasn't a very subtle man. He hated when someone expected him to read between lines, speaking in riddles and automatically expecting him to know the galdurned answer. When that happened, he tended to just give the person a scowled for an answer, and walk away. He was blunt like that. If the person didn't like it, they could go and find someone else to play riddles on.<br/><br/>"Well, I'll get mah cleanered up. But I don't trust thems whorefuckers with a bag o' beans, if yer take mah meanin', so, if ye don't mind, I think we should just see'rem off," He wondered how she might take it, and turned to get himself cleaned. He disliked feeling all sweaty-like," Jes sayin'..."