"I came to visit Rab once in a while," Rus reminds him. "If I'd known, I could have taken steps. "Rosier was all right and Wilkes, well, he gave his life for the cause. But Avery..." Rus' face twists into a scowl. "A craven coward." He grins savagely. "He got what was coming to him though. Bastard!" He spits the word.
"You don't have to be an enemy to make someone angry," Rus points out. "I...what. I mean who?"
"Nothing with gold!" he says sharply. "Purple perhaps, but never gold."
"Suit yourself." Rus shrugs. "You've only to say if you change your mind." He can't help chuckling.
"I don't tip outrageously," Rus says rather stiffly. "I tip according to the service rendered. At the pub I was at a couple of nights ago, I didn't tip at all." The savage grin is back. "In fact, I left without paying. For my drinks or the damages." He moves his arm up and down. His shoulder's still a bit stiff.
"I meant two bottles," he points out politely. "But if you want eyeteeth, as well as spines, then you shall have them."