As the new threat looked around the barrier between himself and Vint, the pimp's fist knotted into a fist and it took every once of restraint to release the hand into a relaxed position. "Good t'heer." Vint nodded, giving the newly discovered man before him the up-down look, leaning back a step or two, as if to get a better look. "..." The redneck's voice was lazy, drawn out in real Southern fashion, but his eyes had a sharp look to them. "...Y'know, mah mamma ahlways seid, it's im-poh-lite t'ask a strangah's name befo' giv'n yo own." An eyebrow lifted up under his hat as his lean body pressed up against the wall in a relaxed manner, arms slowly crossing and awaiting good manners to kick in. "Ah reckon y'wouldn't wanna be im-poh-lite 'round these parts..." The smile on his face stretched into a thin line, a cunning smirk pulling at the edges of his lips, eyes hardening...