"Nah, too rich for my blood. There's gonna be a little shindig down in the valley with the plain folk what don't got much to offer by way of making the Inquisition look all fanciful since they ain't noble and they ain't all that dentelle farcies their own selves. Which makes it my kinda party. Fire, meat, ale. Maybe some dancing. Not all this frippery they seem to be hauling in." Or are paying him to haul in. Soon enough he'll have coin for a proper war horse to go with his spear and his dog.

"You signed on with that- very. Fine lady?" Woman's the girl's boss, won't do right to speak ill of her. Mostly. "You need a reason to duck out early, lemme know. Whistle or someth'n from the window and I'll send Jayne up to fetch you."