[ Howl doesn't remember Amos being so... spacey. He gets a vague suspicion that the other man would prefer him not to be here, but — well, of course he would, considering where they are and what he's interrupting. Still, if Howl is going to pick up his tab, then surely Amos can satisfy his curiosity before getting back to it.

The two glasses of champagne cross the room, one floating to Howl and the other to Amos. Howl grasps his by the stem and takes a brief sip. ]

Yes. [ He watches the bubbles rising in his drink. ] This place doesn't compare to that owned by our other senior Aion, Dionys, but... it's one of the next best options. Did you come here on purpose, or...?