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"Let me make it explicit," she said, leaning across the bar. Brian smiled, his face contorted in what I can only describe as full-on letch. "Sounds good to me, darling!" The barkeep smiled the kind of smile that said, "I will enjoy gutting you and serving up your internal organs to the nearest pack of wolves". She leaned closer to Brian, and for a moment, I saw him flinch.
"If you don't leave," she breathed. "In the next thirty seconds, this knife will find your heart." Her hand moved slightly, and I could see the glimmer of steel. Brian gulped and backed away.
"No need to be nasty," he said. "I was leaving anyway." He looked at me as he grabbed his cloak from the stool. "Come on," he said. "This place isn't for the likes of us." The barkeep smiled.
"Your friend is welcome to stay," she said, flashing me a different smile. "It is you that I don't like."