He felt a ping. Like the high pitched barely audible ping you heard when someone cut the bottom two wires on a tightly wound guitar. A tiny crack had started to form in his patience though he realised somewhat late had he really expected it to go over easy, for her to lie down and roll over because he told her to? He was willing to believe she was dangerous he should have been anticipating some resistance.
He frowned, heavy and angry, "No you listen to me, it's my business because it concerns my tribe and my tribe is an extension of me," or when it suited him at least, which was now evidently, "We put up with a lot the Lawu, you have to when you run things like we do and so I don't get petty complaints or any really but when I do I take them seriously and I'm a no fuss kind of guy so when I say it is how it is then it is how it is. You might not think you were scaring or hurting anyone but you did and it was enough to garner a complaint, one that I'm not prepared to talk out. I've been nice about it but I'm telling you stay away and I'm not in a negotiating mood," he took a breath.
"Look I'm doing you a favour really, Hagar she's a tough cookie but she's got her own problems, she's a whore, she's paid to fuck men and women to keep herself and her daughter afloat and to pay her way. There's no romance here this isn't a Julia Roberts movie, no saving no winning her over with persistence and puppy eyes. She may have screwed you but for her that's all it is and I'm sorry that you got the wrong impression but there it is,"