Lita's tall, steel clad form loomed threateningly over Dieza's smaller frame. Her piercing green eyes stared out of the darkness of her helm, peering between the silver grill at the Wizard. Lita had tried various ways to communicate after the incident, but for this job she could get more done by not saying a word. The fighter was the cold threat behind Sebastian's (arguable) charm.<br/><br/>"Oh darlin', I believe you. I believe you! If it were up to me, you'd be with yer girlfriend right now, but ya see, Lita here's a pretty big stickler for the rules. A real party pooper. And she's got orders to make sure that everyone pays their due! You wouldn't want to make her upset, would you?" Schmoosed the Weasel. He turned his brown head to meet the eyes of his mistress for a few moments, then looked back at Dieza. "Tell you what. We'll take you to see Polette and see if she'll front you some money. Then you can stay and enjoy the show with us! If she won't, well, I'm sure Dante can find sumthin' for you to do. Or someone. That's a joke, Dieza, a joke! Ha ha ha! God, you look so<strong>tense</strong>, darling. Do you want me to rub your shoulders- Oi!"<br/><br/>Lita's attention was drawn away from the rodent's poor excuse for flirting to the two men arguing over money. She turned quickly to address the new problem with her standard threatening malice. "One second baby, I have some business to attend to. Hey, you two! Keep it down. You're disturbing the other customers! If you won't talk civilly, then we can discuss this in the back room. Do you understand?"