It was something that he did without thinking. Not that he had opportunity it was good to stretch his muscles even if it wasn't a tree or anything more challenging. There were some bottles at the back of the shelf, covered in dust but still sealed and he pulled one closer.

"Wine! There's wine."

That would be good to drink or to sell. He glanced down at him, still balanced on the shelf. "Yao," he said quietly. "Sam."