"Don't look at me, it's my job," Rabastan said with a deep chuckle. "Not that I mind. But I'm home early this time, I'm sure you can guess why."
He closed the door behind him, just out of habit, and flicked the coin in his hand briefly, catching it again before taking a seat. He lounged in the chair, more at ease here than he had been with Nineveh. It had been a long time since Rabastan had bothered to keep his guard up around Barty.
"I'm never without my flask," he said with an amused smirk. "But I don't think you should get in the habit of drinking on the job, Barty. Not everyone can make the two go together so well."