Everyone liked being pampered sometimes. Sasan was happy to do so for Jim. He may have taken the opportunity to wiggle his hips a little as he walked off to get the supplies, as well.

He came back with a couple glasses of water, whatever generic painkiller he could find, and a very warm washcloth. As he got out tablets for them both to take, he grinned at Jim's question. "Oh, you noticed, did you?" How long had he been at the bar, anyway? "Well, I have a pretty good natural tolerance- and I may have worked that up some, too. I probably could've done twice that with no problem...ish." He waved his hand side-to-side to indicate that may not entirely be the case. Still, Sasan was remarkably steady for the amount he'd consumed.

"What? You usually don't drink that much in a night?" he asked, a little teasingly. Since coming here, Sasan hadn't been drinking nearly as much on a regular basis, either. It'd been a bit odd for him, but he actually had real work now, so cutting back just naturally happened.

Once Jim got some water, Sasan dabbed the wet washcloth over his lip. It was still quite warm, but he was sure it'd still sting at least a little. Still, it'd be good to get anything off of it that needed to be cleaned off, so it could heal properly.