[ Enjoy it...? Bucciarati is aware that Abbacchio wants him here to make sure he doesn't go overboard, to ensure that he doesn't pass out in a ditch somewhere, right? He knows exactly what Abbacchio is like when that line of being pleasantly inebriated is crossed, and all the worst parts of him float up to the surface, and all that's left of him is the bitter, angry, and miserable. What is there to enjoy about that?

In the end, he lets the comment go, unable to parse the words exactly. ]

You and me both, though I do have a little money stashed away now. Suppose that means I'm buying then? [ Seeing that he was the one who invited Bucciarati, he'd already intended to cover the cost. It only seems fair. ] There are a few parks, which, I'm going to be completely honest, is definitely more of what I had in mind than some dingy vacant lot.

[ At Bucciarati's remark, he can't help but roll his eyes and there's that little flick of his tail that's becoming all too common when something presses at his buttons. ]

I wouldn't worry about that. It seems we're once again in a position to flout the law. As far as I can tell, the local police here don't bother with anyone who isn't human.

[ Turning a blind eye for their own safety. He gets it, he really does. And what's more, he hates that he can't even find it in himself to find fault in their reasoning. ]