"Huh," Wash said, shoulders slumping, "That sounds very...entitled and egotistical...nice that we have a theme." He nodded.
The man was very flourishy, Wash noticed. The simply act of taking off a sodden shirt was, while being completely matter-of-fact, also almost flamboyant. But...manly flamboyant.
He mulled over the question then posed to him. He hadn't been heading for a bar. Last bar trip earned him several days nursing the mother of all hangovers. But it was conveniently in his path and while he wasn't known for much alcohol consumption (minus the kind of amount broken hearts dole) it did seem a welcomed concept.
He wrapped his torso with his arms and huffed, thinking.
"I dunno, shirtless guy, my arm and leg sure are aching. Might need a little more incentive than trading insults for me to walk that far," he said with a raised eyebrow. He knew he was testing the man. He also knew his City stipend was back at home.
For the record, Wash didn't notice a glowing protruding circle on the man's chest. Whether this was an active choice on his part not to mention it or a hazy product of sleep deprivation was anyone's call.