“Ya think?” Nate shot back at him when he was asked if he was trying to pick a fight. He rolled his eyes at the next comment, stiffening when he felt the tail tighten around his waist. Out of some kind of intuition he glaced to the side, just in time to see his wrist grabbed and a punch coming his way. He tried to move, but the tail around his waist was keeping him fairly in place, but before the hit could land, he was kneed in the gut, knocking the wind out of him as he stumbled back.<br/><br/>And as soon as he was able to get a breath in and clear his vision, he was being pushed against the surface of the bar, the demon practically sitting on his chest. In the brief confusion, he had dropped his sword, but the knife was still pressed against the one on top of him’s throat. “You know, I’m pretty sure I have a different idea of pleasant than you do...” Nate said softly, digging the knife into the demon’s throat more, this time drawing some blood. Why hadn’t he just slit his throat yet? It would have made this so much more easy.