Oh, no. I've nothing to give. Poor as poor can be - a sailor content to live on his ship before all this happened.

[ he wasn't on his ship when he left home - he was far from it, long since land locked thanks to the whims of a powerful regent. but here, he can pretend a little while, and dream of the seat at his back instead. ]

But I can be the god of feeding grapes to pretty women. Unless you'd rather me feed them to someone else.