[Whilst he casts a longing glance back over the broad curve of one shoulder when the stranger begins to lead him away, he doesn't go so far as to protest. Becomes, in fact, notably pliant within the other man's friendly but firm grip. Stumbles only slightly as they begin to put distance between them and the danger Julian had been threateing to cast himself into.]

Oh. Well. Hmm. I suppose you're right. There'll be plenty of time later, won't there? I'm sure I heard it mentioned that there's another whole night of this, yet.

[Assuming, of course, that they won't have found a solution to the small issue of their being here by then. But right now, in this drunken moment, such thoughts are strangely far from his mind.]

Aymeric, is it? Well I'm Julian. Doctor Julian Devorak, to be precise.

[Yes, you heard that right. The man threatening to hurl himself headlong through the flames is one who should certainly know better.]