Loretta had almost made it to the door when one of the nose-wrinkling men slid in front of her, blocking her exit with his wide frame. This time, her nose really did wrinkle at his foul breath and her body almost cringed at how he licked his just about rotting teeth with a fat, red tongue. With all the stares these men had given her, had they not realized she was armed? Wielding a dagger wasn't the greatest danger she posed to them though, as the drunkard would find out soon enough.<br/><br/>"<b>I was just about to get some fresh air, did you want to join me?</b>" she asked, giving him a wide smile as she reached up to touch the side of his face. As the bard's new song picked up, her eyes flickered around second, just to make sure no one was watching, before the glamour from her eyes lifted to show nothing but black in her sockets. A flash of red glowed from her eyes as her touch against his temple seemed to do<i>something</i>to his consciousness, before it slid down to caress his neck.<br/><br/>The strange glow vanished in an instant, replaced by her human pupils and irises, as her fingers wrapped around his windpipe. "<b>I think you and your friends are being awfully rude,</b>" she chided, her voice still as warm and honeyed as ever. Her eyes flickered to the bar where the gambler was doing his best against the remaining party of four. "<b>Don't you think you should apologize and have your friends do the same?</b>"