Um, no. [ Elliot's observing him closely, and there's a bare hint of a smile on his face. ] Not your slave, and the whole point of this is for you to have fun and experience stuff. Go to the bar, order yourself a mai-tai, and let loose. A dollar a drink is good tip money, and for the love of god, wait until the bartender comes to you, don't shout at him.

[ As if to urge him on, he squeezes Ryan's hand before practically shoving him to the bar. Gotta push them out of the nest so they can learn to fly, whether they like it or not. ]