[ Once he's sure he's got a good grip on the table, Lighter steps back to observe his handiwork, forgoing the opportunity to take a seat. Loose as the electricity in his body seems, he's still fairly on edge, never knowing where the next source of insanity is going to come from. All in a day's work, he supposes. ]

Honestly, even without the bubbles, alcohol makes me dizzy. [ It's the least of the lore he can offer... ] But if they've got anything sweet on the room service menu, I wouldn't say no to that.

[ With a tip of his shoulders and a sweep of his shaded glance around, he takes in the surrounding room. It's outfitted to the nines, good grief. ]

And don't worry about debts. At least not with me. If we're all stuck here in the same fishy situation, the least we can do is look out for one another. At least, that's how I see it when it comes to obligations.