The man seemed to be fumbling with his words as Rian stared him down, his arm locked securely around Poppy as if to not let her run off. He wasn't a threat to her by any means, Rian had never been that kind of Coheedsman. But his late wives had known their place and when to speak against their husband. Which was always in private. It was a behavior he still sort of expected now a days, though he had started to open up to women having their free opinions. Especially hanging around Magda.

So he had not been prepared for a feminine voice to rise above the commotion around him. Those bright blue eyes swinging around to make eye contact with the rather small woman who seemed to be staring in his direction. Somewhere in his mind, it connected the voice to her. A slow smirk lifted one side of his lips, only partially amused. "I must say, no one has called me fancy pants before." He called to her, just as loud over the crowd, Poppy wiggled a bit in his arms and he let her go with a surprisingly gentle hand.

Rian tracked her like she was his target on a hunt. The way she moved down the steps as if she was the owner of not only the establishment, but the entire block of homes. It made him raise a brow at her, blue eyes flicking between her face and the knife that was being twisted between her nimble fingers.

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, lifting one side as he let out a huff of amusement at her telling him to take it outside. "I haven't even started anything." He countered. "You seem like you want to though, little one." He said as his head tilted a bit.

At the mention of Poppy, he looked over to her. An almost shocked lift of his brows towards her. "Now I thought we were having fun," Which they had been, until Rian stood up and simply... helped Poppy to her feet with him. "Causing a stir sounds more like what you are doing now." his head rolled back to Kat. Analyzing her. The way her fingers twitched with the blade, as if it was a nervous tick. Or maybe nervous was the wrong wrong. Focused tick.

"Well, we certainly were having fun. And I believe my coin gave the right for the drinks we've had and shared, and for the company. Which has now left, freely, on her own." He pointed out. "Are you throwing me out? Over my voice rising?" He questioned her. "Or threatening to stab a patron of your employment? I have a feeling it wouldn't do well for business." It was definitely more the liquor talking than himself.

A barking laugh left him. 'Hun'. Now that was quite hilarious. "Well, where I'm from, weapons getting involved usually means to vacate the area. And you certainly look to put on some tough act to try and intimidate your customers. Is it because you are a woman that you feel the need to act like this?" He asked, tilting his head. She certainly didn't frighten him. He had seen far worse in his life than some witch with a blade in a whorehouse.

It was that thought that made him imagine a scolding coming from Magda. His jaw ticked just at the thought of the infuriating woman. Yeah, that was the last thing he needed. Not only to be lectured about being at such a place but then also because he'd manhandled some woman who thought her britches were bigger than they actually were. He reached into his pocket and tossed down a small bag of coins on the table. "Certainly not worth my troubles," Rian said to the men around the table as he started for the door.