Tiraris rose slowly from her seat before she was harshly back-handed right back into it. "Sit down and stay awhile kitty. Big Tom wants to play awhile," the man sneered. Touching her lip, Tiraris was not surprised to find red coating her fingers. Looking up at him she motioned him into the seat across from her.
"Big Tom is it? Are you new around here? I do not think I have seen you around."
"That would be because sweet things like you do not belong here, kitten," he replied licking his lips. "But don't worry yourself, Big Tom'll take good care of you."
"Have you ever heard the name Silverd'art before?"
"Of course, I have. I'm Silverd'art. Why, have a husband who needs killing?"
Tiraris shook her head, snickering. "You Silverd'art, unlikely. In fact it is impossible. You are missing," she looked him up and down, "certain vital anatomy." Moving quickly she pulled her knife and threatened him under the table with it. "Now you were saying," she said poking him with the knife.
"I'll uh just, just be goin'. Sorry to bother you miss," he said standing carefully to avoid losing certain "vital anatomy."
"Silverd'art. Miss Silverd'art," she said smirking at the man's shocked look.
"But, but, you're a woman! You can't be that assassin."
"Yes," she said running her finger along the tip of the dagger, "that is the last thing my victims always say too."
Tiraris found it all very hysterical, minus her getting slapped in the face and losing her drink. But, being underestimated had always been one of her greatest weapons. 'It does all the work for me.' She laughed aloud and coyly waved to the fleeing man.