Alexander paused, frozen by the contradiction between the woman's honeyed voice and her invitation to violence. He could see it now: he would hit hurt, she'd form a bruise that could be seen clear across town, she'd scream assault, he'd find his ass in jail in no time. What kind of a woman insisted on getting the shit beat out of her without some sort of setup?

With a grim expression, Alexander slowly lowered the pipe, though every last scrap of instinct screamed at him to keep his guard up. As such, he at least did not loosen his grip on his weapon. 

"Lady, I don't know what you did," he began slowly, unable to shake the fear from his voice, "how you did it, or why, and it looks like you're not gonna answer, so I'm just gonna walk away, alright?" He made a brief gesture towards the door with a jerk of his head and a shrug of his shoulders. "Walk away, take that poor man with me, and you are just gonna turn around and go right back to wherever the hell you came from. Alright?" He swallowed the growing lump in his throat.