I've little to give you for coin, as I'd said, but my stipend is yours to spend on drink.

[But Ramza was given a moment's pause at his 'conditions.' A bit of an odd favor to ask... and if he was a cynical man, he might have suspected that Jack was aiming to pry something else out of him inebriated.

Fortunately, Ramza was hardly cynical, and Jack was hardly the sort subtle enough for such means.]

Very well. We are agreed. But do not expect me to match you glass-for-glass.