With a grin, Barrow takes her arm as would any proper gentleman, even offering a little bow of his head as he does.

"Maybe we can find a proper barfight to get into, that always cheers me up," he says amiably, leading Tiffany away from the wall and in a direction where they can begin their descent, "--oh, come to think of it. Not a fight, but I nearly forgot."

He pauses, releasing her arm to rummage for something in one of his belt pouches.