Balthier couldn't lie: there was a distinct urge to call in and check the account balance. Not for lack of trust toward their guest, but because the number had hovered around disheartening double-digits for going on a month now. It would do him well to hear the automated tones read to him some exorbitant sum. Sagely deciding that such a thing would be in poor taste at the table, he instead lifted his mug and finished off the latest round. "No trouble at all, and I do believe I'll fill in those 'distracted' blanks however I see fit. Given your woeful lack of elaboration." Balthier could certainly wager a guess as to how he would spend his last days, knowing a prison cell loomed just over the horizon. In a way, that was his every-day existence. One mistake or oversight and it could all be over. For sky pirates, living to the fullest was an adage they took especially close to heart.
And so the good natured ribbing continued, right along with the orders of Junon stout. He began to lose count somewhere along the way, as the waitress was prompt and diligent enough to continually whisk away their empties. Every so often she seemed to linger, unsure of which man she preferred. In the end her gaze would always settle over Fran, questioningly, before she blushed and scurried off. "Has it gotten to be unreasonably hot in here, or is it just me?" he wondered aloud. In a truly rare act, one hand lifted to his high collar and undid it. Right down to where the white material met the leather of his vest. "And what is that ungodly sound? It would be better suited to an elevator ride. or perhaps a funeral." In reference, of course, to the music filtering in over the din of chatter. Should he find the poor soul with such awful taste, the would get an earful.
Eyes honing in on an antique jukebox in the corner, he went to stand and pursue it - wobbled a bit, gracelessly, and quickly reclaimed his seat. For a man of careful consideration and calculated gestures, it was probably somewhat amusing to see him so far gone. Fran would do well to imprint this moment to memory. "I need just a moment." He slurred, head turning to face his partner. Dark eyes then narrowed. "My dear, you have mentioned sisters in the past. Any of them identical, by chance?"