"Not like ye to take that indulgence." But again, something best left for somewhere else, and now was not the time to shake his finger in his face. Besides, he could only assume that it'd been unintentional, on Tannusen's part, really. Someone might have spiked the tiger's drink if the carnival fucked with ones head.

As soon as he got the other man standing, it was to the bike, helping him up on it again and straddling the bike itself.

God though he hated riding this thing.

Without another word, they all went shooting back to Everglade and the safety of the rectory, Cassian apparently a little...more aware now that Jethro could more or less steer himself since only one hand rested on the handlebars.

The other had locked itself on Tannusen's leg.