"Well," Emrys said with a shrug, as he continued walking. "You'll figure it out."

He did not particularly have faith that he would, in his current state, but Emrys certainly wasn't going to go fetch paper for him. Perhaps Pettigrew would sober up and remember the offer, or perhaps he'd just spiral down to the gutter and drink himself to death; either way, it wasn't much to Emrys.