[Michael]

Michael smirked, cup clinking before he took one long hot draw on the coffee, as though stating that it was far better than what he could be doing at the moment.

"Yea? She was all proud 'er boy got picked t' go defend. Made me wanna juss set fire t' the 'ole business." He shook his head, taking another gulp with upraise eyebrows. "I ain' gonna lie, I'm lazy. Lazy as anythin' an I'll blame it on my insides- but least I admit I got it bad." He grinned, leaning back a little towards the flames. He felt practically dry, now that he'd stopped paying attention, and he supposed anything that wasn't could dry while he slept. Hmm...which he supposed would be soon enough- though he'd conspire to leave a little money here and there, if the man didn't want to squeeze him for it up front. Nice chap, nice inn. Maybe he'd died somewhere and this was his version of heaven? Felt like it.

((Niiiiiight Espy~ , Rem))