I'm sorry what was that? Sounds like you don't have any arguments for why I shouldn't. Thank you so much for agreeing with me.

[She shows no concern over the disappearance of the glamour and takes her time strolling forward to place a firm boot into his chest. Leaning down, she lets a silvery sword appear in her hand.

The entire bar was no filled with whispers and the laughing as much as jeers from a couple patrons. Val was the voice of the bar and she had decided to provide them all with entertainment whether or not they actually wanted it.]

Pleasure doing business. Though...no not really.

[She edges the tip of the blade across the line of his neck before applying enough pressure. Whoops. Looks as though someone has lost their head.]