Sparhawk obediently falls into step beside Martel. The other man knows this place better than Sparhawk, and presumably knows somewhere good and private for this chat.

"I'm sure when enough of the alcohol fades enough for me to start caring, I'll be kicking myself, but for now, it doesn't bother me. At least you know the reason why, should I become less than straightforward in my explanations."

If the words should crowd on his tongue, and fall over themselves.

"I should probably give you an apology for threatening to kill you, as well."