Ann paused then took the mug, going to refill it as he asked and when she returned she leant on the bar, arms folded infront of her. "As well as I know Slater's a rotten dirty prick I doubt he'll ruin his only son. He'll let you keep your little business so long as you don't interfere with his and I very much doubt the popularity of beatin' each other senseless will wane any time soon. It'll be alright don't you worry," she assured him, reaching out a hand to rub his in a gentle, fussy way, before she went to stand up again.