Mister Skin just sighs an exasperated sigh as he turns toward Zee.

Zee, who at the very moment, is displaying emotions set somewhere between uncontrollable rage and abject terror.

Yes.

Zee is terrified.

"Really my dear. You know me better than that. Claiming someone with a simple kiss to the hand? Before a deal has been struck? Don't take me for some cheap swindler."

"You-" Zee begins.

"Shush," Mister Skin cuts her off, pointing his cane at her.

Zee shushes immediately.

Mostly because her mouth is gone.

He turns back to Niara and offers an apologetic smile.

"I'm truly sorry if my niece startled you. Do understand that she's under a great deal of stress right now. This particular part of her job has always troubled her greatly."

Zee, meanwhile, is struggling behind the counter trying to get her mouth open again.

And then flying bar-stool!

When the projectile comes within about a foot of Mister Skin the stool begins to decay at an absurd rate. Metal corroding into fine powder and wood rotting away as little more than dust. By the time it reaches him the particles that remain are motes so miniscule that they don't even soil his suit.

He raises a hand toward the dwarf. "Now now, no need for that my friend. I'm here to have an enjoyable evening. Not to fight."