Al nearly ducked at the movement and the consequent contact. He stayed still throughout it, however. His cider spilled, just slightly.
He'd never understand human behaviour fully, especially with random oddities and twists like these thrown at him right and left and ruffling his hair in the process.
"The Prophet is... propheteering, or possibly profiting. One of the two. In any case, it's still there. Or will be there in the morning when I come back to work." He paused and added. "I hope."