[ Reno watches Dorian knock the rest of his wine back with a faint smile, the amused look of someone who knows all too well what kind of sentiment drives a man to drink like that. liquid courage indeed, lord knows they need it. ]

You and me both. [ about the jacket, that is. Reno is definitely the fighting type. ] Wouldn't it just figure this place gives us something as a reward that ends up being cursed.

[ precedent suggests that the jacket will probably be fine, as so many of these things turn out to be after they've run their course, but...

well, anyway. ] At least the company up here ain't too bad, eh? [ this, accompanied by another cheerful, flirtatious grin. ]