Victor tilted his head slightly to the right, while the left corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk.  His body glistened with tiny droplets of perspiration mixed with the humidity that condensed on his heated body. He eyed the barmaid as if he were trying to captivate her with his eyes, allowing them to float over her form as it stood in the doorway.  She had a hearty look to her, like the women of Victor's home, not afraid of a hard day's work.  He could tell she would not respond well to threats, and his attempt at trickery had fallen short meaning she had a keen mind.  Perhaps a conversation would have the desired effect.<br/><br/>"No," His accent was a throaty whisper that could be projected through chaos to its intended recipient, and the sound made a person feel as if they were being embraced by Victor's words alone. "And yes."<br/><br/>His smirk went to a full smile. "Sometimes I have to be someone I am not.  I hope you might understand if you allow me a moment to explain."  Victor motioned with his left hand for her to come inside.  "I am harmless.  I promise."