[Who would like to be a punching bag? Aak thinks to himself. The lie of that one doesn't get deeply probed because of course it's a lie. He can't know the extent to which Kleken wants to secure his place, though. There was a hierarchy of this place over an endless labyrinth abyss but there was also the idea of getting back to where they came from safely...]

Well, you know, this place should hopefully be a lot more comfortable for you. Plenty of entertainment, some pretty funny people, oh, and even a seedy underbelly! I'm not too familiar with it myself but it's reassuring when a place is big enough to have its own shadow, isn't it?

[He chatters on with a similar pace to before, dropping little tidbits but keeping his tone airy. A part of him, the outside influence of the drink, really thinks that pushing the conversation this way is good. He didn't want to get too deeply entwined with those illegal dens, or the ghosts, or hidden areas, but having someone else to do it? And for him to catch the benefits from under a clever tentacle? That's not bad!]