Djedkare wrestled his way out of Like's hold on him, and responded proudly. If Djedkare still had eyes, there would be a gleam in them.
"Young man, all the treasures in the world would not compare to the value of a strong mind and a willful soul. You'd do best to stop tryin' to barter for one."

At that, he turned on his heel and headed right back to the bar. With purpose in his voice and determination in his step, Djedkare reached the bartender with little incident.
"Bartender, another Shirley Temple, please. The little ones are all riled up, and I don't want to have to find some honey at this time of night."