Jesus settled too, once it was certain his nose wasn't broken, at least. Being hit worse didn't make being hit this time all right, but he didn't comment on it, just frowned a little as he took another drink.

Of course the question was about Merle. He nodded though, glancing over. He'd figured as much, but asking at least confirmed it. "Seems like a real treat to be around, in my opinion." Tipping the glass in his hand to swirl the whiskey slightly, his lips twisted a little. "His name's Merle, huh? Mind if I ask you yours?"

Just making conversation, of course.