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Clay paused in his steps to look at Fenna, a stern gaze taking hold of his face. With a sudden sigh he rolled his eyes and shrugged it off. 
[b]"Sure call me what ever you want. N' silver will be fine, the way I see it the less you have the better it is for me."[/b] 
He quickly swipes the bullets off of the table, minimising his contact with them before placing down a mug and filling it near the brim with a new more fruity ale. 
[b]"'Has no one ever told you it's best to be kind to your bar keep?"[/b] he asks with a look of suspicion as he slides the drink over to her.

Clay turned around and started sorting through bottles when he mumbled. [b]"Friends eh, I dunno. I suppose you need at least one but I don't normally like to mix business with pleasure."[/b] he turns back around, dishcloth in hand, and gives Alex a mischievous grin.
[b]"Tell you what miss hunter, if you can finish that drink before I clean down this counter, we can be friends."[/b] he says setting a challenge to Fenna.