"I was hoping to see a reaction out of one of you, but this has just been boring. I am leaving now," Harmony said and tried to walk off, but Bane grabbed her wrist, and then pointed at her plate.
"Go sit down. I am sure you had fun trying to stir shit up with my woman, but now you and her can get to know each other. Cyran and I are going to get a drink," Bane said, and Lysia grabbed him by his ear. Bane didn't budge, but he did look at her. "What? Couldn't just tap my shoulder or clear your throat? And you wonder why I need a drink?"
"This is not the time to joke! You are not leaving me here alone with this woman!" Lysia hissed, but then Bane smiled at her and patted her hand.
"She is your guest, not mine, according to you. Rolf can attest, right buddy?" Bane asked, but the burly waiter that had by their table only moments ago was not nowhere to be seen. "I see, smart man. Anyways, ready to blow this popsicle stand, Cyran?"