"That depends. If the vodka comes out, am I going to end up carrying you again?" Bert dropped back into his usual insouciant cheeriness, with barely a shadow in his eyes to hint at his embarrassment or regret (which, as it happened, was genuine). "Because, Kaine, you're a very slender and beautiful woman, but my back can only take so much carrying you around." Dropping her a wink, he shoved his hands deep in his pockets. "Seriously, though. I'm all for vodka, but I ought to get these bedamned clothes cleaned first. Al, you wanna point me to where you found that very fine outfit?"