I think I can handle it. [Sometimes, despite his annoyance with the reptile, he catches himself feeling a flicker of concern for the animals' health. They weren't usually creatures that lasted well in cold weather. But he also knows that even if he tried to ditch Khaji Da in his room the creature would just find its way back to him, and at far greater risk than just tagging along.

He gives an exasperated sigh at his thoughts, shifting the books and painfully extracting sharp claws from his clothing and skin.]

Will you give it a rest already? I'm trying to help you. [Irritation is clear and sharp in Jaime's words but there is a gentleness to how he relocates the animal, tucking the blue monitor into a hastily crafted pouch in the interior of his borrowed coat.]

Okay. Let's get out of here before someone tries to pull us into a song or something. [Or thrust another drink into his hands and make him lose his grip. He avoids bumping into other patrons as he makes his way toward the door. He'll bring the other books along, just in case.]