[ Sleipnir is indeed flattered at your attention Mythos, he is watching you out of the corner of his eye, through his lashes. He smiles when he pulls the glass away from his lips.

However, after that comment he has to raise an eyebrow himself, if anything Sleipnir looks a little annoyed. ]

I don't know, perhaps if you were to be decapitated I would. [ It comes out flat. You know what he is referencing. The one time you saw him do exactly that. But he continues before you can get a word in. ] If I do not seem like the type to do so, why would you suggest it? [ He flaps a hand. ] Maybe I would bend a knee and kiss your hand. [ He holds your eyes in his own now. ] Or maybe... I would offer to bring you somewhere... you wanted to go. [ Sleipnir stares a moment longer before he shrugs and looks back to his glass. ] It depends, but either way if I was going to take you away from here sitting would run counter productive.

[ Sleipnir lifts the glass of wine again and swirls it under his nose, taking in the aroma of it. Wonderful. He'd eased himself back down from the irritation by imaging whisking Clive away from the bar.

But after Clive speaks again something else seems to strike Sleipnir wrong. This time he places a hand on the bar and pivots his stool so his body is facing the other man, eyes narrowing into a bit of a haughty glare. ]

Do not lie to me, Clive Rosfield. I am well acquainted with how strong your integrity is.