There is a healthy hint of sarcasm in his voice -- because he can tell she's uncomfortable. He doesn't blame her, really. Women tend to stare at him regardless of what he's carrying in his hand. The idea that a member of the delicate sex would feel ill when he's just walked in carrying a man's head wrapped in a bloody sack isn't very far-fetched.
(He was married, once. He knows these things.)
"I was lookin' for a different establishment," he adds needlessly. Obviously this is not where he intended to be.
A waitrat approaches, spots the blood on the floor (and table), and begins to 'yell'.
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There is a healthy hint of sarcasm in his voice -- because he can tell she's uncomfortable. He doesn't blame her, really. Women tend to stare at him regardless of what he's carrying in his hand. The idea that a member of the delicate sex would feel ill when he's just walked in carrying a man's head wrapped in a bloody sack isn't very far-fetched.
(He was married, once. He knows these things.)
"I was lookin' for a different establishment," he adds needlessly. Obviously this is not where he intended to be.
A waitrat approaches, spots the blood on the floor (and table), and begins to 'yell'.