Gaueko doesn't like what I have to say and rather than adjust his sensibilities, he attempts to re-adjust mine. Continuing with my piece, Lannie jumps in and although I appreciate her need to defend me, this is the wrong target to shoot at. She's a good girl though, ordering two bottles before Lucien drags her away.

I give Lucien a salute for bravery and push my chair back from the table, not rising, but remaining well back from Gaueko's arm reach. I consider him thoughtfully before saying politely, "If want me to acknowledge your physical superiority, you need only ask. There truly was no need for you to lay hands on me. I belong to Verdi, not to you."

My drink's empty but I hang onto the glass, wondering how far Gaueko will take this altercation of his choosing as I say in an even-tone, "Lannie also belongs to Verdi. What was the term Verdi used? Oh yes, priestess." I smile pleasantly, not wanting to insult him as I continue, "And I'm her priest. I was under the impression you and Verdi had an agreement regarding that. Was I incorrect?"

This man is Uncle Montano after a vicious bender, with the same smile, the same temperament and the same warnings as usual. "However this evening goes, I'll be going to see Verdi afterwards, even if Lucien has to carry me there. Would you like me to tell her we had an pleasant evening here with you, enjoying your company?"

I take another drag before continuing, "Or would you like me to tell her the truth? Either way, I'd very much like to leave and find my wife. You've greatly impressed upon me that's the best way to sort this mess out."