(TERRIBLY sorry for making you wait! Really, really, veryveryvery sorry >.< Been super-busy!)
Garth glanced up at the individual sitting at the bar, the one giving him a dirty look. He grinned apologetically before saying, "Sorry, miss, for the invasion of personal space." He pulled the snake inwards, almost as though he was reeling in a rope or fishing line. In a matter of seconds, it was neatly coiled on the bar as if it were sleeping, the head neatly tucked under the massive lengths of body. As he said that, the lady...yes, he'd call her a lady...sitting nearby let slip a disdainful comment. Garth looked up at her, gauging her statement and demeanor before shrugging and saying, "This skinny serpent is going to my highest-paying customer. And there are but a handful of these skinny serpents left. The killing isn't hard; it's the finding." The words 'skinny serpent' were said with emphasis. A snake of this size was hardly skinny. It could have easily eaten Garth, if he hadn't been so efficient in the kill. The only mark he'd left was a quick stab-wound on the underside, just behind the head. It wouldn't mar the beauty of the skin and was easily cleaned.
Glancing up above the fireplace, where the stuffed bust of a female gryphon was mounted, he smiled a more subdued smile. He could feel a sort of quiet, judgmental resentment radiating off of the other. He made a mental note to steady himself. Getting mad would do no good. Garth nodded his head towards the gryphon's bust and said, "A skinny serpent, however, is a nice break from crafty, dangerous animals like those. And worse." He'd faced plenty of fiends. A quick glance around the Inn easily bespoke that. A candelabra festooned with the scales of a dragon, a rug made from the glimmering, almost-glowing coat of a white unicorn's pelt, mugs and decorations made from the horns of such creatures as minotaurs, unicorns, satyrs, and gargoyles. In fact, nearly every decorative factor of the Inn (beyond the basic furniture of tables, booths, stools, beds, dressers, and chairs) were somehow thanks to the adventurous exploits of the owner's only child. Yes, Garth greatly enjoyed bringing home new and interesting things for his father to display proudly about the Inn.
Let this stranger judge him. Garth had a niche, and a very prosperous one. Giving her an incredibly friendly, almost-annoyingly-kind grin, Garth took the seat next to her, leaving his prize on the bar just feet away. No one would mind a dead, over-sized, luminescent snake, right? He looked over at her, sizing her up and said for a silent moment before saying, "Another round, father, my dear! I'll treat the lady to whatever it is she wants." He sent her a sidelong glance. She'd either be insulted by his offer, take it up without enthusiasm (free drink is always a perk) or be flattered. Whether she found his offer offensive or complimentary, she'd play a part in keeping him entertained, at least for the time being.