“I don’t plan on doing any work, at all.” Not of that kind, anyway. And he’d saved up enough money in Dunwall that employment wasn’t really required. (Which left him to what, exactly? There was that question again, the nagging doubt about what he intended to do here, how he intended to fill his days. It’s nothing he needed to figure out now. Nothing he even needed to think about.) “But I’ll keep that in mind."

He shook his head, offering the fleeting suggestion of a smirk. “I'm guessing you don't have much trouble paying those bills. Feels good to be popular, doesn’t it?” It was half a joke, half an honest reflection. He didn’t want that kind of notoriety anymore, but he expected part of him would miss it for a long time to come.

His eyes flicked around the establishment before returning to Zsasz. “You interested in a drink while we’re here?” He felt like he could use one. Hell, maybe after this he’d buy a bottle of his own from the nearest liquor store, take it to wherever he could find to spend the night. (Assuming he decided to sleep at all; assuming he didn’t spend the entire span of darkness prowling the city.)