[ In Howl's defence, Amos would just prefer to not exist at all at the moment, so it's nothing personal. Hell, he's still pliable enough — and hadn't that been part of the problem in Venera, but, whatever, it's too much to ask of him to connect those dots — that as long as Howl is just kinda shooting the shit with him, he's fine with it.

He takes his glass when it comes to him, downs it all in one go. It's really not on his mind if he's going to get more or not — he's probably not getting up — as Amos stares blankly at his now-empty glass, looks back up at Howl when he speaks. ]

There's another—

[ Should he know that there's an Aion-run brothel around here? Shit, that feels like an oversight. Some day he's gonna have to— Amos shakes his head. ]

Don't really remember how I got here. Think this was just the closest place. 's nice, though. I could come here again.

[ When he's less fucked up. More able to actually appreciate where he is. As things stand, he's really just some drunk asshole with enough clout to luck into this place, isn't he? ]

You only go to the better places, huh?

[ ... Is he gonna remember to ask Howl about them when he's sober. Really, it's a tossup. ]