[i]"He doesn't leave much to the imagination. Well, I thirst... I'll return to this after a drink. Bourbon sounds blissful..."[/i] [b]He picks up his coat and puts it back on. It hangs loose, as if it was meant for someone with much more body mass. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and turns to Lance.[/b] [i]"So, Ronin... Ever wash away your sins in drunkenness?"[/i]