The threat doesn't seem to land, even as Lilia stares down at Floyd. With no choice in the matter for poor Floyd, this meant Lilia had already achieved the upper hand. He laughs -- laughs -- at the arguing between Floyd and one of those men.

Aw, he's his? How cute.

Obviously Floyd doesn't mean it in any way aside from wanting to tear Lilia apart, but that doesn't stop the small man from being amused.

"Oh? How do you plan to do that in our current position? I'm all ears, dear." Floyd's hair is tugged harder, an almost predatory look on Lilia's face.

"Your father gave me this job. I intend to make the very best of it, to do what I can to keep you in line. I'm still willing to give you as much leniency as possible, but you must promise to stop attempting to run off....

"Unless you'd prefer I put a collar and leash on you? That would be quite the look."

With a small wistful sigh, he shakes his head.
"You wouldn't wish to disappoint your father, would you? Come now, sir. We can get a drink and a dessert, my treat. I'll show you to one of my favorite cafe's in town," Leaning in further, down so he can whisper in his ear, he finishes, "We can shake those two off, too. Give us some time to get acquainted."