"You'll just get into more trouble if I leave," grunts the monk, like he's not a shining example of this, too.

"This place is no good, though. Needs more servants." Though if he had more servants, he'd be grousing that they're too noisy and nosy and get in the way.

He turns to look Drake over critically, and then wordlessly walks over and holds his hands out for what the kestra'chern's got in his.