In the dark confines of a western saloon, you were leaning against the bar, smiling at Arthur, knowing you had his attention. "Well ain't you just the tough as teak mountain man?"

"Oh, you be quiet. Anyone can tell this one's a pussy cat," Your friend added.

"Exactly, yes he's a pussy... Cat. Ain't that so, Arthur?" Javier smirked.

"Whatever you say. Well how much you cost anyway?" Arthur smoked on his cigar.