At that, Riley did not extend his hand to shake on it, on account of the inevitable mess than came with eating supreme nachos, but he did sit back in his seat as though the business part was concluded, and he could relax, grinning as though it was just like old times again.
"Thank you again. I can't speak for how the others will take this, but I'll do everything in my power to make sure you don't regret it."
Before going back to his beer, however, he reached into his right jacket pocket as though it was an afterthought, and came away with a cell phone and a clear sealed vial, both of which he laid down on the table.
"You'll want both of these. The cell phone is just what it looks like. It's got one number programmed onto it that can be used to reach me, but in case anyone at Wolfram and Hart gets the bright idea to use it to get a fix on our location, it's not happening. The second is a further gesture of our good faith; it's a healing accelerant for Giles. It was originally derived from the bodily enzymes of a Kree'tai demon to mimic its natural healing factor, but what you're looking at is totally synthetic, and exhaustively tested for safety in humans. They can do whatever they want with it. Give it to him, toss it...analyze it and turn it into a ridiculously expensive prescription drug, whatever."
Now, he did at last get to work on the remaining half of his beer.
"Though if they do that last one?" he eventually added. "I also can't guarantee a vastly cheaper version won't pop up on the market."