The glass slamming didn't do much but divert his eyes from the line of liquors along the walls to her glass, and then up to her. He saw droplets falling from her wrist, a good sign that in the ordeal she was a victim of an elbow or something similar during the skirmish. His job was to keep people happy but this lass seemed to be the only one complaining of his showmanship of bouncer-duty. He grinned, a mischievous slant only he could seem to pull off, turning on his stool to fully face her.
"Part of the job. I'm allowed to when I pay to keep this place up and running. Besides, it would be boring if everything was routine and ran 'expectedly'. Seems you've had a spill, is it your turn to make a big scene, kitten?" He polished off his beer and interrupted his foot-tapping and contentment to move around behind the bar and tossed a handful of napkins down infront of her, then grabbed his empty and discarded it.
"Haven't seen you here before. What're you having?" He didn't specify whether the drink would be on the house or not, but his quick steps towards the liquor wall indicated he was ready for her order. "Or I can get you a nipple for your glass." A few people sitting alongside the bar chuckled at his comment, and of those few, they only laughed because of who he was and not his joke. They were the kiss-ass crew, a few young blokes that came every weekend and just latched to Leo like a bunch of stray dogs. He paid them no mind normally, until they got a little buzzed, which made them spend twice as much when he was socializing.