Rubbing salt- Part 4

The owner of the theater was a fairly average looking man in his forties, a human by status, who glared at Damien for the action he had just maid. 

"How dare you come into my theater and threaten me?" the man asked. Damien yawned while the man was still ranting, "I will have you thrown out of this place. I will get you killed instead," now everyone knew the man was bluffing. There was no chance a human could ever beat a pureblooded vampire. It was the joke of the decade. 

Damien raised one of his hands so quickly that had the man take two steps back quickly away from him. He moved his hand further to only run in through his fingers, fluffing up his hair to say, "Is this how you treat your customers?"

"Someone who threatens me is not my customer," said the owner adamantly who didn't know who the pureblooded vampire was. 

"That is what you say?"

"Yes, that is what I am saying. We have an emergency and have to look after, so if you could step out?"