He was literally just drunk and an idiot. There was nothing more to it. "I know. I'm so helpful. Where would you even be without me?" Was he joking or was he serious? Who knows!

"In a ditch, no doubt," Tobias said, deciding that it was probably easier to go along in it.

"Of course. You should be grovelling at my feet, now, because of my sheer kindness and grace." Probably joking, now.

"Erm... no." Joke not understood.

"Why not?"

"Wha-," How long before he got to that bloody inn? "Just no."

"Well, you should reconsider." Anthony grinned. "I'm absolutely worth being worshipped, promise."

Oh... He was joking. "Right. I'll consider..." It was beyond that point where you could jump into a joke. Awkward.

"Good. That's the least you could do for your savior."

This joke was really lasting too long. Tobias put his hands in the pockets of his coat to warm them and have something to do with them and he looked around desperately for the inn.