No? Well, Bahorel would have been disappointed if he'd noticed that kind of thing. As it was? He tended to go on anyway, and hey, he'd gotten her attention anyway. That was a definite start, which was sort of why he'd gone with the knifing story anyway. And it did happen fairly often, that was kind of a given for the Drunk Tank, as they called the place.
"Usually me." he said, shaking his head ruefully, like he was trying to pass this off as just a occupational hazard. "It's typically my job to STOP that kind of thing, but when you've got five on one, things tend to get a little messy." True story too, he'd done that once. Admittedly, they hadn't exactly been in the best shape but that was so not relevant just now.
Bahorel leaned a little on the bar, as he spoke, shaking his head a little. "I'm typically the main line of customer defense so if someone gets past me and to whoever's on door, I'm obviously not doing my job right. I try to make their safety my priority all the time."
A little scar on his right forearm, souvenir of one such incident was definitely showing now, if she'd care to notice.