Lyle finished clearing a table and handed off the tray to Joe who took it to the sink and began washing. Lyle looked to Dante and smiled a bit, still hiding his feeling behind those pearly whites. "Oh, that? It's fine. It comes with owning a bar. Sometimes people get carried away. Not usually that much, but luckily dean was here."<br/><br/>He was really thankful that he was not alone in the bar when that happened. He often would open the door for certain customers when the others weren't around and didn't really think much of it. Now it kind of got him thinking of what he'd do if one of those customers tried something. He wasn't a fighter, he could handle his own and could throw a punch, but wasn't confident with his ability to defend himself. It was scary to think about.<br/><br/>"Thanks, but I'm okay. I just wasn't being that careful." He ran a stressed hand through his hair. It was going to be rough for a while with so many strangers coming into the bar.