The bouncer shrugs at your words, managing to look distinctly unimpressed by your boasting. He leans in closely for a moment and meets your gaze with steel behind his glare, "I don't care if you spent your glory days riding Rojer raw, cat. Strutting about naked and shaking your ass like some chump ain't gonna impress me more than a few clinking coins might." he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, looking from her to the people watching the exchange.<br/><br/>"Look, if it'll shut you up I'll call a runner to see if he even knows some supposed bard." the man didn't seem cowed by you in the least, instead seeming annoyed and rather less than impressed, willing to stake a bit of his boss' displeasure on bothering the man rather than just letting some random cat girl into the establishment.