"Of course, of course," he downs the rest of his wine in a single go, doesn't seem particularly worse for the wear for it, but he had said that it often took a while.

"Please, lead on, then, unless you have a tab to close?" He's not sure whether this young man has found an actual room somewhere or if they're destined for a tent out in the encampment, but it really doesn't matter much. He's a bit worried about keeping their voices down if they're out in the field somewhere, but it's more for Mikka's sake and politeness than caring if the whole world knew what he was up to.

He was already looking forward to the evening, but he hadn't been looking forward to the part where he had to fish for someone to take him home, so skipping all of that and going straight to the good part is more than fine by him, a delightful turn of events.