He couldn't help it. He gave a rather enthusiastic whoop when Zack's blade and Tseng's shots nailed them the life (or unlife, as it were) of the dragon, and as Cissnei ran toward them jubilantly, he greeted her with a matching grin, ruffling her hair playfully as she passed out potions. "And dinner's on me. Goodness knows we'll have the gil and then some once we sell that ore of ours," he insisted. Ore? Oh, yeah, Zack wasn't there for THAT. Nor was Tseng.

"We got some orichalcum off that beastie that gave us so much trouble before this dragon. We figured earlier that it'll be enough to treat everyone to dinner, drinks...Just our way of saying 'thanks for helping save our rear ends'." And replenish their diminished supply funds after Rufus bought that damned mansion, not that Reno was complaining about that. It was nice not having to worry about a bird crapping on your head while you slept due to a hole in the roof.

"Which reminds me..." he wandered off, downing two hi-potions as he headed back toward the dragon. "Gimmie a sec before we get that myrrh. I gotta check..." He bent down in the mud to look, then bounced back up triumphantly with something long and sharp in his hands.

"Zack! Got a present for you!" he laughed, slurpy-jogging through the muck back to the group and depositing a dragon fang in Zack's hands. "That's gotta be worth some decent gil in the markets, and since you were the one to deal that finishing blow..." he grinned, then gently clapped Cissnei on the shoulder.

"Let's get your myrrh and get the hell out of here. I want to be clean, with a campfire, and some smores in an hour."