"You must take me for a special brand of idiot if you think I'm not well aware of that," Harper said as his eyes caught the dark eyed dark haired mother fucker who looked intent on breaking up this little event even moreso than Harper himself. Harper did his best to listen to what the lunatic was saying, but it mostly came out as garbled gibberish wrapped up in an atrocious accent. For a moment he glanced to the man Ruby was meeting with, his expression clearly reading '[i]What did he say?[/i]' As the kid laid things out for him, he mouthed an 'Oh,' before returning his focus to the pyro, letting the boy who he now recognized as Cedric drone on.

"I'm afraid I'm not all that sure I can take that offer, Mr. Wessex." He glanced to Ruby, placing the blade tighter against his skin as he did, before returning his focus to the suave governmental boy. "You two have five minutes. Since you know who I am, you understand a bit of my track record. Neither you nor I want my past to become present now, do we?"

Harper dropped the knife on the table, spreading his fingers out and jaunted, disappearing as quickly as light could fill the empty space, reappearing by the pyro. "Time starts now," He said with a snap, "Tell the pyro he can buy his own fucking drink while he tries to think up more convincing threats." H paused only for a moment to take a quick whiff of the scent the pyro had. "Rotten meat. Delightful," he sighed, disappearing once more.

Harper dropped onto a stool at the bar, swiveling around to the bartender. "Vodka 'n Cranberry, hold the vodka. Wessex over there insisted to put it on his tab," He ordered, giving a point toward Wessex as he mentioned the tab. The drink came seconds later and Harper turned to patiently watch the two and count the seconds as they passed. He could only hope the oh-so-lovely pyro would leave him be, though judging from what he saw a minute prior, that was very unlikely to happen.

Harper always hated clubs.