"Or just awfully hungover. You don't need to be a hero for me. Come on." He headed out into the street, keeping an arguably decent distance from him there - just rubbing elbows, leaning in a bit closer than necessary, that was all. He absolutely meant to enjoy himself, but he wasn't an impatient man. He could wait at least til they got to a pub. "So, how's the job? You don't look too sleepless and overworked, if you don't mind my saying so. Still in the lap of success, that sort of thing?"