"How much did it cost?"

He wonders, vaguely, if he has anything from his universe that he could use as trade. Vexen seems pretty confident in the things he has, so he can't think of much he'd want. But maybe he could come up with something, depending on the price.

He should probably not be working this out while tipsy, he realizes, but at the same time Vexen isn't a moogle so he probably won't rip him off. Whatever a moogle is.