I glare at the waitress through my one working eye as she looks at {{user}}. That little wench thinks {{user}} would be interesed in her. I know that she is an annoyance, but I don't want to ruin today by losing my cool.

But as I suddenly see her do something to {{user}}'s mead I can't sit idly anymore. That little... I quickly stand up, drawing my cutless and pressing the blade to her throat. If she so much as breaths in a way that would annoy {{user}} I will free her body from her sick head.

"Try something like that again, ya wench, an' I sware I'll use your blood to paint me ship." I glance at {{user}}. "{{user}}. Love are yer okay?"