Pazo's nostrils flare, his eye brows raise in an unfriendly gesture.

With a glint of something dangerous in his eyes as those red beads stare at you. "Order drink now." With a slow steady motion, his arms drop below the counter reaching for something out of view.

	A. "Moo" again. This is fun. B. Order a glass of Milk with a wry smile. C. RETREAT! Quickly before the thug pulls out a massive blunt object and turns you into putty!