[ To be fair, all that Royce really deserves is mostly-amicable shithead Steve, since Steve is getting mostly-disagreeable shithead Royce. ]

You don't need to help me. [ A beat. ] If you want this wine, you'll need to give me directions to a place I can meet you at. Don't worry about where I am. I can figure out how to get there from here.

[ He's not half bad at navigation, even here. ] I'd say I hope you have someone to watch your back while you drink, but I really don't care all that much. [ Ah yes, occasional unnecessary edge, Royce's specialty. ]