[Urk...Elysium shrinks just a little bit, reaching up to rub at the side of his face with the heel of his hand.]

...right, right. I get it.

[He is not so stupid as to want to be willingly zapped by Passenger. Like, abilities on the fritz or no, he has no doubt in his mind that man could snap his fingers and leave him a smoking crater, if desired.]

I'll ask about it before I leave. ...but if I'm already doing menial labor to make up for a tab, you should order something more to eat, too.