"Offer you a drink?" Demelza had always been known for being a bit of a fireball. And despite staring into the face of danger, with nothing protecting her life, she could barely help it. "Where are your manners, sir, since you did burst in here and demand a drink? Exactly the way I'd expect one of your kind to act."
"I would mind putting the knife down. Yes." And with one last smirk, she fled, her bare feet padding on the floor as she ran... somewhere. Where she wasn't sure.