Initially the idea of his own forge sounded awesome, but now Iolaus wondered why he hadn't just made a wish for money. If he had done that he wouldn't have had to worry about taking orders at all, They could just use the forge on a whim. He could have purchased one and they could be fishing right now instead of melting away in the fires of hell. Okay, maybe the hell fire was a bit over the top. But it felt like it at times.
He still hadn't told Hercules about spending a night with Livia, but there really wasn't much to tell. It didn't end like it had with Xena, so for the time being he pushed it off to the back of his mind with the other things that didn't matter. "Anything that isn't a hundred degrees." Iolaus agreed and pulled his own shirt back on. "I should have wished for a pile of money." He admitted out loud as he rubbed the back of his neck and offered a small grin.
"Where to? If you say the RoadHouse I might pull my hair out." He was tired of the same old thing day in and day out. It was more then obvious he needed a change and quickly before he started attracting trouble again.