With a scream of the chair legs on the floor, he shifted so that his chair faced directly at the girl, tilting his head slightly to look up at her as she spoke. Cocking a brow to her proposal, he considered yet... he wasn't going to take the deal, there was another one better in mind. With parted lips he was about to speak before the attention of another custom shifted his own gaze, looking in the other's direction for a moment.<br/><br/>"You can wait, she is taking my order..."<br/><br/>There was a near back trail of a growl on those words, making short work of the other customer, making him turn about with another word being spoke. turning his own eyes back to the girl he looked to her for seconds before looking back down to his arm, the blood flowing a bit as he spoke.<br/><br/>"How about you get my food, bring it back whatever supplies you need to fix the arm, and with my good arm I will eat while you fix this one."<br/><br/>Seemed like a better idea, he was famished for food, though in all reality he could just walk out of the damn place and catch his food but... that would take longer then just ordering food. In any case surly the woman would give this compromise a better look and agree to it. There was nothing wrong with his good arm, he could eat with it while she tended to the mangled one, both the arms still worked, and missing one just long enough to eat was something he could live with for a short time. Shrugging his shoulders he leaned more fully on the table while he picked up the mug, bringing it to his lips to drank the hot substance away. The burning sensation went down the back of his throat, waking his senses fuller then before entering into the tavern. The scent tickling his nose before he placed the mug back on the table to look back at the girl, he was ordering without her answer.<br/><br/>"I want bread, some bacon, and sausage... and that will be it... Don't be skimpy with the meat either."<br/><br/>There was a near dare look to his eyes as he looked at her when he said it, it was clear that he was a pure meat eater, eggs just sounded nasty and bread normally dried his mouth out but... he would suffer with it, after all he had to take something back to the ole bitch that was waiting for him to return. Lifting the glass back up he drank again, over looking the rim of the glass to the woman, he was waiting for her to fetch his food and she was waiting to fix his arm. One way or the other.. one was going to get what they want or if she took his deal they would both get what they want at one time. Her choice now.