Rhys pulls a face, but he's the one who pitched this, and in a way, he's pretty sure Betelgeuse just endured a solid fifteen minutes of psychological torture of his own, so he doesn't really have grounds to complain.

"Okay, fine. You earned it."

Just keep your knees there for a moment longer so he can use you to push upright, okay BJ? There's still about half a bottle of vodka left though, which he's going to nab with his free hand, and waggle meaningfully as he makes for the door.

"I am bringing this though, so if you want me to operate any heavy machinery when we're down there, now's your time to stop me."