Cade's lips twitched again just the slightest in amusement as he watched Angelina unwittingly slap a would-be suitor in the face with her hair. The poor bastard looked like he wasn't quite sure what had just happened.
Returning his attention to Angelina, a brow went up at her clarification. "Last I checked, I didn't need to get your permission to visit a pub in my own country. Hell, in my own county." Her gall irked him just a bit, even though he knew she was well on her way to being three sheets. And while he could have easily gotten a refill for her, Cade decided he wasn't about to contribute to her state.
"Wasn't trying to be funny. Easy enough for me to get a look when you're on display like that," Cade retorted before downing the rest of his drink. The burn on the way down had dulled a little, but not by much. He gestured to the bartender for a refill of his own, eyes pinning Angelina. "And I'm hardly the only one looking." His gaze very pointedly cut to the man attempting to buy Angelina another drink. A man who looked like he'd love to hex Cade blind if he could and Cade very much hoped he'd try.