Rum declined, Killian's face contorted in cattiness verging on boredom. People who didn't drink couldn't be trusted, but the proffered gold went a long way in helping him to overlook her most serious of flaws.
"Bargain well struck," concluded. Killian pocketed the remaining coins in the same manner the first had disappeared, as if almost by magic.
"Now if you'll excuse me, mi'lady." This was said at long last with a bow, full-length coat billowing as he swept low. Killian had places to be, people to find. A far more entertaining and productive prospect than that which had begun his evening in this strange place on the edge of all verses.
Killian looked towards the heavens as drop-heeled boots clacked against the stones, empty echo lost to the vastness of space; no time like the present to learn a new galaxy of stars.