Looked down at the patron who had been shoved into him by Jane's sudden retreat into the bathroom earlier, he didnt have the patients to deal with such things, to him it was as he had just been bumped into by a drunkard, and had his drinks spilled onto him.
The Fox grabbed the scuff of the patron and lifted him up going eye to eye and mearly sneers "Your lucky im in a somewhat dispondent mood, otherwise id be using your teeth to pay for my drinks..." Before he could continue the tender who had served him quickly announces that the next line would be on the house. At which point, the grip is released "Lucky day for you.." he says shoving him enough away to give him space to pick up his stool and perch back on it again.