And he was left sitting rather provocatively on a bar stool looking as though he might be about to experience an imaginary orgasmic event. The bartender was doing his best to busy himself at the other end of the bar (it was safer down there -- less crazies.) A body-less void of space seemed to have constructed itself around him. With the exception of the tall, dark-skinned woman, who was looking at him as though he'd just insulted her mother.
He hadn't just insulted her mother, had he? No, he had been--
Oh dear.
"I beg your pardon?"
Gaius would just try and play this off as if nothing had happened. Or as if he had no idea what she was talking about. Because that would be the safest bet, aside from running out the door. But with his current heightened state of emotion, he didn't think he'd be able to run very quickly.