A murmur arose in the bar but Phineas remained silent, although out of reserve or shock it was tough to say. He simply observed for the time being, eyes darting around in his skull nervously.
Finally, he stood up and spoke.
'I for one don’t trust those who speak with forked tounges, Demon,' he said calmly. 'They want to kill me, they can, but for now, I'm going home, to sleep soundly and without fear.'