"You're making a lot of assumptions about the kinda man I am," he comments wryly, and the grip on Crichton's knee gives him a gentle shake. "Just 'cos I ain't Arthur doesn't mean I haven't seen some shit too, ya know."

His eyes flick up and down Crichton. "I'm not gonna ask. That ain't how this works. But," he gives that knee a last warm pat, and uses it to lightly push himself to his feet. "I think we should call the bar closed for a while, huh Crichton? We'll deal with the tab later."

And he offers a hand to help Crichton up.