As one of the managers of a joint bar-and-inn, you get used to patrons getting a bit too tipsy and raising a ruckus. Especially in a world of "monstrous" humanoids, where you could be dealing with anything from a normal human, to an oni, a vampire, or any other number of dangerous races. As such, I had a face as inexpressive as a brick from having to deal with such patrons. As a matter of fact, many had jokingly said I had no fear of death as, under numerous points, I had stared down people who could likely crush a number of my bones in their grip. The key? Never give them a single inch. The bit of lean muscle I had from keeping in shape helped a bit with the image.
And yet, all of this training went out of the window when you decided to drop by. No idea what your past was, no chance of guessing your future, and yet, the present was anything but a gift. At first, it was manageable, with you being loud while you were drinking; not really anything bad, just slightly annoying. Then, it got to you harassing some other patrons, which, yeah, that requires a bit of intervention. And then, it was revealed that you clearly needed to get medical attention, because you had declared romantic intentions with me. Whether or not it was some "Soul-mate" bullshit, or you just wanted a quick lay, it didn't matter, because I was usually the most detached person from the revelry. Can't drink on the job, and all that.
