You watched as he played with the wine, not really drinking it. He asked about its history, a sure sign of trouble. "You can't pay, can you?" I muttered. He took another sip, smirking. "Perhaps." An impish smile crossed his face as he downed the rest of the wine. "You have your dagger, right?" he asked, grabbing it from my belt before I could react. I hurriedly left the bar. Inside, chaos erupted. He joined me outside, tossing the dagger back to me. "What a lovely day, wouldn't you agree?"