[ That's all the permission Howl needs and unfortunately for Barnaby, he does not seem to have noticed that he is having a bad time and doesn't want to be here. Probably something having to do with the few rounds of drinks he's already enjoyed himself, and the way his hair seems to be turning more and more white by the second. ]

Come along, then.

[ With his arm still slung around his shoulders, he starts to lead him in the direction of whatever establishment he has in mind. As they walk, Howl mostly keeps his gaze forward, and thus has no opportunity to notice anything off about Barnaby. ]

This is not exactly the most somber, or sober, of circumstances to be reunited, but I am glad to see you out and enjoying life in this new world, my friend. How are you faring? The locals are treating you well, I hope?