He scowls at her, partly because she just stole his Scotch and partly because he doesn't understand the question and is now going to have to ask.

'By lead him, you mean I have t'get off and pull 'im? Or sit here an' make him go?'

He holds his hand out for the flask. His turn.

'We can talk abou' other ways of gettin' off later.'

It's going to be a long morning, yes.