Perhaps we'll be too hungover for any work tomorrow. [Even if they aren't, he's going to pretend... until Ned gets to work and he's ultimately following behind him yet again. Kinda like how he's quick to carefully gather all these lovey gay things in his basket again.]

You are using one of these, you know. [He waves one of the soaps, the apricot, before he tucks it away.] What was that about making it worth my while?