His eyes glancing up and down her form taking in every inch of her covered body. She was very beautiful, her eyes almost sparkling in the dim light of the bar, but he had already drunk a number of drinks before arriving so it maybe he already tipsy state which made her look better then she did. She seemed worried, almost as she can't read him, unlike anyother person she had met before. Then again Alistair was far from a normal man in these parts. His eyes always remaining blank too give little about him away. No emotion on display or hints about him. His voice no different as it may be fluid yet emotion only came out as he wanted, or in the words, them selfs not his voice.<br/><br/>Then She spoke, again trying to offer a form of payment for the went soggy clothing which hung around his torse. The white shirt hugging tightly to his stomach, no abs or definition on the show, he was not that type of man. But he was slim, not fat."I have already told you. I don't care... but maybe next time the man will give a shit." His words displayed in a way to suggest a punishment if she was to apologize or offer a repayment for this incident.<br/><br/>Moving his hand onto hers to then push it aside off her body. "Just get back into your space and buy another drink." This time his words demanding, taking no nonsense from her. Keeping the gloomy punishment feel about them. His fingers gesturing for her to turn around and walk away from the exchange. However, he didn't feel as she would. "Just get back in the spot and get another drink." repeating his words which a darker tone, more demanding tone.