He arched a brow at that, he'd thought they were trying to stay out of trouble, at least until they had some sort of paperwork stating that they belonged there, but he was willing to roll with it however it fell down. So he shrugged, sitting back in his chair, "Well what's the last one you heard? Wouldn't want to repeat any."
He could keep an eye on the bar and the few other patrons over his brother's shoulder, which had always been his job, really, watching Connor's back when he did something potentially reckless and/or stupid. Mostly it was Murphy's job because Connor did the same for him, except when it would be funnier not to, or when Connor knew he could take care of himself.