He sat up and met her gaze with a challenging look in his eyes, causing her to quickly look away, breaking eye contact. She was not intimidated by the look, but knew better than to allow the eye contact to last. Also, she could tell he would become even more brusque and outspoken were she to challenge him. He expected her to obey his orders, she could tell. She filled the mug from the pot, then glanced over her shoulder as someone called out to her. Nodding in response to the call, she turned back to face him, and her gaze caught something in the edges of her field of vision. His arms were now folded on the table top.<br/><br/>She looked closer, now that she had a clear view, and felt herself gasp. His arm was mangled to shreds and bleeding profusely. Just as she was about to leap into action, his voice penetrated her concentration and she looked at his face, careful to avoid directly meeting his gaze. She thought quickly, playing out in her mind the reaction she predicted he would give to her possible responses.<br/><br/>If she ignored his demand for food, and leaped into tending his injury, he would not cooperate, and possibly would injure himself worse or storm out before she could tend him. If she left his injury to get his food first, he would possibly bleed too much for her to be able to help him.<br/><br/>Looking up, she allowed a stubborn look to pull at her normally kind smile, "You can make orders all you like, sir... but you're wounded and I intend to see to your injuries. Now... you can either allow me to do so, and enjoy  your meal when I've finished, or I can go back to my other customers and wait for you to pass out after you've bled too much. Either way is fine with me. From the rate you're bleeding, it wont be long... I can tell it was not long ago that this happened to you, and you already seem pale and lethargic. Which will it be?"<br/><br/>She propped a hand on her hip and waited for his answer, swallowing down the nervous expectation that he would become angry. She really didn't have the patience or energy to deal with an irate bull.