Lanister paused as Nevayah called his name, the look in her eyes expressing everything he needed to know. If he was hurt here and somehow his blood was exposed to the air, this whole bar would go up in flames. He stared silently at his wife for a few moments, deciding what to do, before giving her a little cheeky wink and continuing his way back towards one of the circles of fighting drunkards. Nevayah was probably right... he should be hiding behind the counter or getting the town guard rather than gambling with his life and everyone else' in here but then, who would keep Nevayah from getting hurt? Who would Boss thank for keeping her establishment in order? At this point, probably no one, but he couldn't simply leave his job like this... While Nevayah herself went to deal with another group of fighting men, Lanister went over to Maximus' group, eyes steely firm, seeming to demand attention.
"Hey!" he yelled over the far larger men, in a failed attempt at grabbing attention. The group simply ignored the smaller man, that was, until Lanister struck one of the shorter ones with his fist, right across the chin below the cheeks, the force of the blow caused the bulkier man to stumble back in shock and pain, falling over a chair, unconscious, the drink consuming him. The noise attracted the attention of another man, this was far larger, but not quite as bulky as the first. He slowly connected the dots as to what happened, from Lanister's clenched fist to the bruised chin of his companion. It took a good minute before everything came together, a sense of sobriety seeming to wash over his face. Clearheaded enough to know he would end up the same, the man took two more of his buddies from the brawl (as well as his bottle) and scurried back out into the town, probably off to find another joint to fight in.
Occasionally, as Lanister caught or dodged the occasional drunken blow, He would look back and check up on how Nevayah was doing, if she was being threatened in any way. To his surprise, she actually got actively involved, doing her part to neutralize the battle on the other side of his bar... He smirked and chuckled, having more respect for his wife than anyone in the world right now... She was such a beautiful, powerful figure in this moment, even as she was being towered over by men at least a foot larger. She fearlessly forced herself into the crux of conflict and was actually getting through to the patrons faster than he was! He sighed dreamily before ducking under a viscous hammer of a hook-punch, one that would have spelled death for everyone involved.
It was when Nevayah's roar spread across the establishment did the fight actually stop, the authority and strength in her voice cutting through even the most drunken of stupors. The fights seemed to end on the spot, all heads turning their attention to the little 5'2'' girl with a cup in her hand and an unconscious patron lying at her feet. It was at this moment of peace did Lanister really have the time to observe how beautiful she really was in this moment. In her new dress and her confident and powerful attitude, Nevayah was a far more imposing figure than the girl he had bet 6 months ago, but also far more attractive to say the least. She had grown far more toned and full of form with the intense exercise of home improvement... Intense home improvement... He found himself staring at her as well, but with a far different gaze than the rest of the patrons, one that was hungry for her, a gaze that held the most intense attraction yet for the little girl that had somehow stopped a fight that would have gone on for another hour, most likely, if he was here on his own. When she demanded everyone go outside, to leave, a few of the patrons stepped forward, drunkenly laughing at the absurd little sight of this girl telling them to leave.
"Get out of my bar." Lanister growled as he worked his way through the crowd to stand by his wife. "And if this place isn't free of you in the next 5 minutes, you'll wish the guards had gotten here first." With his time here, the tainted blood had built up a reputation, one for taking no nonsense, especially when it came to his bar. Even half-dead and still drinking, every single person in this place knew what kind of barkeep he was and none were drunk enough to challenge that reputation. One-by-one, each and every one of them slunk outside into the sunlight, eventually leaving Lanister alone with his wife and and a surprisingly clean (if a bit disorderly) bar. If Nevayah hadn't stepped in when she had, he would have needed an entire night to clean up this place... Speaking of which... The first thing Lanister did after the fight had cleared, was turn to his partner and place a real, passionate kiss upon her lips, one that last for as long as he had breath... an introduction to the "thanks" he would display after his shift here was over.
"Did I ever tell you how much I love you...?" He whispered as their lips disconnected. He'd kiss her again, this one perhaps even more passionate, but far shorter before pulling away again and returning back to his job. There was a bit of broken glass around here, not to mention behind the counter and several chairs and tables were misplaced... "My lovely, beautiful wife...." Lanister coo'ed softly, his fingers gently stroking her soft, pale cheeks. "Would you mind helping me clean up a bit...?"