Hemlocke's eyes began to burn intensely with rage, almost startling Dixon, his jaw set as he simply stared at the man as he offered him nearly pure alcohol laced with a drug. Dixon could hear the grinding of Hemlocke's teeth over the chaos of the festival before he got another bottle of sake and downed it, going back to normal and letting out a sigh. "She's a little young for my tastes, Dixon. I enjoy women who are capable of thinking for themselves, and not slaves to something or someone greater. Rather an instrument of destruction that meets their own ends in one way or another. This woman with you is simply pathetic." He gave Dixon a smirk as he insulted his property, attempting to get a rise out of the man, leaning into the counter more. "She could prove my statement wrong by sinking a dinner knife into your neck, then i'd definitely take her, and your Scylla." His words were getting antagonistic and brash, he really didn't care for his well being if he dared to talk to Robert like that.