It was a good thing Geddoe was not offering to share his beer, then.

He stood towering over Zelgadis, sighing through his nose. "No, you shouldn't have," he said gruffly. "I don't even understand what damned sense of ethos drove you to it. If you ever pull something like that again..." His left hand curled into a fist, as if it wanted to punch something. Something soft and fleshy. "...I don't give a damn what you believe is the thing to do, I will make sure you aren't capable of going anywhere near that demon. One way or another." His lips pressed tightly together for a moment, and then he added in an undertone, "I will not be put in that position again."