The artist was far from pleased as the young woman who stood in front of him, refuses to leave him alone. Instead opting to call him out for the depression within him. One not caused by the beer spill not too long about, but caused by his art. His lack of Muse within his life and soul. The already angry face dropping further into a scowl as he felt the woman's soft slender fingers touch his cheek. Her fingers felt southing against his angry cheek, a warmth in his life an intimacy he had not had with anyone for many of year. More intimate than the countless one-night stands, both sober and drunken. But it was short lived as they soon enough fell off his heartless flesh breaking the small moment. The males Icy eyes following the beautiful woman's face as it moved and looked down onto the ground, and back into her eyes as it once again looked up.<br/><br/>The anger on his face not dropping as she tried to reset the clock and it as if the pair only has just met. An option which Alistair does not enjoy... The first impression is always the most important, and one which he doesn't forget easily, and one which he was sure he would not forget about this woman. His eyes darting down to see her raised hand.<br/><br/>Reaching out to meet hers, but not taking it as she wanted. Placing his hand on top of the woman's soft flesh only to push it back down to her side. "I am not going to pander to what will make you feel better. Just leave me alone Stephanie..." His voice low and piercing. Moving his hand off hers once it was to her side. Finally a space at the bar becoming free which was not behind this woman so she could not block him off. Pushing between her and the leaving person. Once passed turning his head, shamelessly looking out her ass. Placing his hand on the bar to reserve his space as he continues to enjoy looking at her asset.