Oh, Nathan glared at her for that one. Glared and contemplated accidentally dumping some vodka on her leg. Actually, that might have been a good idea because he could have licked it off her.

"Insulting the bartender is a sure way to not a drink or a shag or anything tonight," Nathan warned, waving a finger back and forth. "I'm sensitive and if you're gonna be calling me a leprechaun, I'm gonna need payment."