Miles yelled out when his fist hit Finnigan's jaw. It fucking hurt. He saw the blood as he shook his hand to ease the stinging pain and waiting for the inevitable return blow. He realised now that they were in the pub, and that there was a bit of an audience.
When it didn't come, and he heard the Irishman babbling about his business, he growled. "Perhaps you'd better pay closer attention to the sort of clientele you let in." He glared at Rosmerta pointedly, his finger pointing at her. "Just watch yourself," he repeated, his tone underlaid with warning.
When Miles saw the bouncers, he glared at them, then at Finnigan. "Don't worry, I'm going, with Liam, but don't expect us back in a hurry." With that he turned to get his son, and strode out the door.