Of course the other patrons all stared but the large, male, ginger, did not seem phased.  Instead he just stood and picked up her purse and trailed her out of the bar.  He had not paid his tab and the wise tender did not seem to feel any real inclination to press the issue.  The looming figure walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder with her purse. "Come, if you are brave enough I will show you, but I am starting to suspect you do not have the courage."  He stood there holding out her purse and waiting for her to take it.  The proverbial gauntlet had been slapped across her face and then tossed at her feet with the skill of a being who had, had all of eternity to learn the game.  Silly mortals were so easy to manipulate when it was all said and done.