[Vulpes takes a few slow, deep breaths once Miguel rolls off of him, then rubs at the tender spots on his head. The lights aren't helping the situation at all, but he's no stranger to painful blows to the head. It'll pass eventually.]

[He grabs his fox hood, which had fallen off during the fight, before slowly boosting himself up on his forearms. The question earns Miguel an unimpressed scowl- or maybe that's just how he looks at everyone.]

Perhaps if you had not poisoned yourself with that drink, you would recall.

[How anyone could indulge in such self-destructive behavior is beyond him. The world doesn't realize how lucky it is to have people like Caesar who are able to bring back civilization in a time of such crisis.]