[ Fine by him. Saves him having to help a sloppy drunk goddess (whom likely weighs much more than him besides) put one foot in front of the other. ]

Yer' the boss. But y'know, you say that often enough we could probably make a killing if we put it on shirts or buttons.

[ Damn near tempting to bring back his old punk jacket and start collecting flair for it again, but she never, ever needs to see that part of his history. If Newcastle and the death of Zatara didn't give her nightmares, his ass in those old jeans and jacket just might. ]