Jessica's hand moved so fast it was almost indiscernible to the common eye. The blade she had thrown stuck from the wall a mere hair's width from the strangers hooded face. She stood, pushed her black brown hair back over her shoulder and fixed her azure gaze on him. "You are a misogynist pig." She walked towards him with deliberate slowness, running her fingers over the now empty sheath at her hip. "Next time you want to insult me, at least buy me a drink first." She wrapped her fingers almost lovingly around the hilt, returned it to its sheath. "Next time, I won't miss. That's a promise sweetie." She pressed a kiss to her fingertips, pressed them to his face and returned to her table in the corner.