He steadfastly ignored the eyes of everyone else that had moved to pin on him as he strode back in. Anyone who had heard his threat was chilled - it was cool and low and dripped with promise to fulfill if the guy was stupid enough.

"Ah," he sounds, expression turning a bit sheepish as he shakes his head slightly. "Maybe just one or two." The half grin he gives her is turned to the bartender as he slides Raylan's abandoned glass over and refills it back to it's two finger depth.

"Some ice in a towel too, if ya don't mind." Hazel eyes fall back onto her. "It'll keep the swellin' and the bruisin' down a bit. I imagine you get a lotta guys like that; cocky and thinkin' they deserve your attention without havin' any idea what fuckin' manners looks like. Sorry to say there's more like that around here than I'd like. Some people just weren't raised right."

Raised right meant respecting women and not being a rapey dick about it when a woman told you to piss off.