He sighed and shifted his eight to one foot, leaning against the wall with one hip and scratched at his neck. "Well, I don't think you feel like mopping up vomit and shit. Maybe you can help me clean the windows I guess." He tugged off the cloth headband, sighing with releif as the slow ache building up in his head was realeased and stuffed the stretchy cloth into his pocket. "But you might fall off..." Hmm... something not disgusting or dangerous...