Juzo sighs a bit, stuffing his rags into his bag and leaving himself in a tattered loincloth and the remains of his armour. "Tempting, Tempting, I'm almost thirsty enough to take you up on your offer just to see if it could quench me, but that wouldn't do anything to quench your own thirst would it? It is far more important for us to slate our thirsts for the moment, wouldn't you agree? Although once we've gotten that taken care of I'd definately be open to your suggestion."