He sipped at his drink for a moment. "I don't bother to keep track," he finally said, after trying to do some calculations. "It seems to keep changing. It is a very large ship," he added dryly.
Frowning in confusion, Tarvek considered what he'd said. "You would prefer a crooked pub? Where they cheat you? Or a den of thieves or some such?" Though he had to admit, such places had their uses. He'd been in a fair share while... 'arranging' things for his father or sister.