Ajax shrugged, satisfied with the current situation. "Don't suppose you have a piece of cloth that might fit me". Make no mistake, he enjoyed exposing his carefully cultivated muscles for all to see, but walking around in his underwear got tiresome after a while. Not everyone was okay with it, which made for more trouble than it was worth, and from the perspective of a prizefighter that cared about showmanship on some level the act of disrobing to showcase his body made it all the more impactful than if he always walked around half naked. "If you're sure you don't need anything from me, I'll take a wineskin for the road".

A vice from his homeland. He needed plenty of harder liquor to start feeling the effects and he enjoyed stronger brews, but there was always the nostalgic attraction to the taste of wine. "A strong wine, preferably herbal aroma. Sweet is better but not necessary. Spiced if you can, it can wait till morning". He listed his terms absentmindedly, as though it were common for a barbarian to discuss taste and aroma in wine. "And, bit of advice, you should relax my friend. We'll be gone in the morning and it'll be as if nothing had happened. Except for your door I suppose".