Maybe it was the liquor (the non-kosher liquor Christopher had finally worn him down into drinking), but the assertions of his kindness chafed with that layer of sociability liquidated.

... He did have to urinate.

“He could have found something more appropriate,” he muttered with a glance over his shoulder.

His eyes dropped to Simon’s shoulders.

“You have a... face, for entertainment." His eyes jerked back up. "Card dealing? God knows he’s shit at it.”