"Just an example," he said with a laugh, bringing the bottle back to his lips.
He arched an eyebrow when she lifted her ankle. "Any time. It's what I do when I'm not protecting the huddled masses." Or something. "Maybe you should try and get Petersen to fund you some more, he pays for Legs' shoes. When she's on stage, anyway. You're job has got to be worth funding too, right?" Then she could get whatever she wanted.
"Not yet. But the night is young. Maybe someone will be considerate and get in to a brawl just for you."