Fine, call his bluff — he does know, of course, and it's with a huff that he acknowledges just that. And being called a miser, really, it's not that far off the mark.

"This is the laziest quest possible," he answers, dryly, and reaches to take the bottle as he continues, "And you can't even be bothered to do that?"

With a sigh, he drops one bottle in his pocket for now, holding on to the other.

"Fine. Let me catch the wind while you catch... bugs, probably."