"Are you hitting on me?" he asks with a dubious undertone, put on, a look to it, asked as he chews a piece of meat from off his spoon. It's more meat than veggies in this stew. The tavern knows its customers. "I'm gonna cuddle up with my blankets, thanks. And a hot shower. And not think about anything else."

Because he's not even trying to think about the train now as he speaks about these things, though he doesn't even know if this world has showers.

"But I wanna think about more than bed. We should look around and see what else is in town. We can buy a souvenir. How about we see if there's any flowers around?"

At least he knows that particular interest of Inigo's.