Fenrir's Fangs

 James ignores the weed "I supose you could be right, she definatly has the right attitude anyway" James is looking over to the bar where a bunch of other Cliaths who have been around a bit longer are giving her a hard time and making wolf whistle sounds, while she fiddles with her dagger "I'll be right back" James calmly gets up, expression and tone of voice never changing, he walks toward the bar and places his hand on one of the Cliaths shoulders, he begins to turn around "Who the fu-" when he turns around fully he is met by James staring calmly and coldly directly into his eyes "Is there a problem here?" The Cliath looked flushed and his friends looked away awkwerdly "Umm-uh n..no sir!" James replied "Good, then I want the three of you to leave the bar and return to your quarters for the night" The Cliath responded almost to quickly "Yes sir!" He and his two friends almost ran out of the bar, James proceeded to go to the bar, order another beer, and return to his seat without so much as a glance or a word in the Female Cliaths direction.