"Probably, yeah," he agrees, feeling lethargic and heavy. His body, including his leg, has finally stopped hurting and he wonders if that's the help of the alcohol that Athos had given him. He readjusts himself until he's half on his side, pushing more into the warmth that Athos' body kicks off with a small sound of delight when he finds it. "You can pay for your own wine," he settles, thinking that will at least help them, given what Athos has a tendency to drink.

"Don't move, you're comfortable."