[ Luckily for Ren, Hux is distracted by keeping his head tilted back to avoid more blood seeping out of his nose as they leave the pub. With Dameron who-knows-where it's an issue of security to ensure Ren keeps the Force at his disposal, which means Armitage is tugging him along more often than not and the sight of them, he supposes, must be ridiculous. Snoke would have surely sneered.

Hux makes sure their hands don't part for a moment, no matter how many roads they cross. ]

I'll put the charge on my account. I ... owe you, for slapping Dameron down like the akk-dog he is. [ A swelling black-eye peers sidelong. ] You're not going to order black robes, I hope.

[ Thin lips twitch, a frittering of amusement beneath the jab. ]

I can't afford those sort of theatrics.