Iced what. Only the king would have access to such a delicacy.

But good call. He would be fucking furious to take a drink right now.

He agrees, though, and gives his hand for the lift up to follow him inside. Thank god because it really is the height of hell and while he's used to the heat and this uniform of sorts, doesn't mean it's good.

You know, half the time he'd be far more agreeable if he didn't have a banging headache from dehydration and leather up his ass.

"Everyone I've spoke to seems to know about that."

The leaving part. Another thing he hasn't been able to puzzle out alone.

"Seems to be the last thing Bonnet remembers, but he might have been fucking with me."