"But I wanna be a hero..." Oliver wasn't going to fight with Sanguine about it, but he certainly didn't like that the vampire didn't seem to be inclined toward heroics. As much as he wouldn't mind being king, what was the point if he couldn't also be a hero? He didn't want to be some lame ruler that no one believed in. The necromancer didn't seem to love his plan, either. The Paladin wasn't going to argue about that, either, he supposed. For someone who's job consisted of fighting people, he was surprisingly non-confrontational.

The next hour passed far more quickly than the Cleric wanted it to. The pair of them downed half a dozen pitchers and the warrior was delightfully and heavily buzzed when Jeeves showed up. Apparently it was dinner time. When Sanguine sighed, the warrior squeezed her reassuringly, as if to silently support her lack of desire to get up and do anything. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to work. If anything, it almost seemed like she'd assumed his support was for the opposite outcome. She suggested they go eat, and Oliver supposed they could manage that. He certainly couldn't argue with another pitcher of beer. "Sounds good to me." he agreed after a moment, giving the vampire another squeeze. He still didn't want to get up, but the Paladin supposed he would manage it, assuming his companion got up first. To that end, he held tightly to Sanguine, or as tightly as he could considering he was at a noticeable disadvantage...