For a moment, Guy considers how little force might be put into a shove to tip Will over. Then he considers how he... cannot be bothered, as amusing as it might be to him.

At some point, another bottle of green liquor is brought over by a waitrat, but Guy does not remember ordering it, nor does he remember refilling his glass from it.


But there it is.

Might as well drink that too.

He doesn't comment on Will's acquaintance with the hangman.