[ This is it for his night then, huh? A last hoorah before he gets to do it all over again in the afternoon? Hell, it's more than Amos thought he was gonna get, and he tilts his glass towards Howl in thanks. Even manages to not spill any of it. He'll even overlook the sin of Howl bringing up something so tantalizing and then not going into detail.

Although that last statement does a pretty good job of taking some of the good spirits out of him. Amos takes another sip of his champagne, nursing it, as a less-than-pleased expression crosses his face. Way to strike him at just the right point in his bender that it actually kinda hurts a little. ]

Not like I make this a regular thing or anything. Just don't have any cash on me. [ His voice is petulant; he's blameless here, damnit. What else is he supposed to do? ] I can be good for it. Just, you know. Later.

[ When he's not in the midst of a bender fuelled by self-loathing and self-pity. How is that not obvious? Geez. ]