Eric returns a few hours later, hair a little rustled, but otherwise mostly the same. He sits down near you, and orders another drink, and begins to speak to the bartender. Still, you get a vague feeling that it's directed towards you. "They say that if you're good at something, you should never do it for free..." He pulls an empty wallet out of a jacket pocket and jangles it around, "So I assume paying for things is kinda like the opposite, eh?"