Way I see it, I'm doing you a favor taking these off your hands.

[ And he gives a demonstrative little shake of the stack of lanterns. Apparently he's keeping them. (He should probably hang a few for the Ravagers, he thinks. Sure, all of them were giant pricks, and all of them treated him like shit, but they were still almost his family, for a little while.)

With a winning smile, ]

I figure the least you could do after almost knocking me over with 'em is get me a beer.