Blake waved Rachel's offer away, steak knife held loosely in his hand as he started on his meal. He made a mental note to speak to Roger about discretion, and the benefits of not blurting your every thought aloud.<br/><br/>The comment from the drunk made him pause, forkfull of steak halfway to his mouth, and he turned slowly on the chair to face them. The eyes that moved slowly down and back up her were ice cold. Disdaining even to speak to her, he turned to the other woman. "I suggest you pour your friend into her bed before her mouth gets her in trouble." he said, tone even, looking her directly in the eyes.