It's true, he supposes. Though he hadn't thought on it much back home, he's become overwhelmingly aware of his lack of funds since his arrival in this place. Business at the Lamplight manages to pull in some bit of money and he still gets the mysterious stipend every month even while he and Kieren share the little cottage in the woods, but it's nothing like the money he once had.

"Alright," he says, twisting his wrist just a bit to curl his fingers briefly with Kieren's and returning the squeeze. His lips tug into a wide grin. "I'll trust you then. And, in the meantime, you can continue to lavish praise upon me for cooking a delicious meal and healing your broken wrist."