Tuned to listening, now, he catches the clink of coins. "You need pockets. It might take me less concentration if I practice more, but I definitely can't afford to have that narrow a focus on the streets. I'd get myself killed in a hurry." He eyes the bottle of scotch and his empty tumbler, considering. "It's a good experiment though. I'll try practicing alone. Until your arm is healed, at the very least."