"As do I, only perhaps not tha dangerous." Junior will wave over one of the goblins and let Devi order whatever she'd like.

"Some fancy tech yeh've got thar. D'yeh have a sponsor, or sell summat ta fund yerself?" A question very close to his own predicament. Junior would like to see just how others of a similar ilk solved such problems.

He takes a swig of his own brew, when it arrives. The only thing better than conversation with an intellectual is drunken conversation with a pretty intellectual.