"It's not a threat, knight, it's a promise," he called to the man as he headed for the door. He turned to Hal and asked,
"Can you send a barrel of beer to my room, Hal? Put in on my tab, you know I've got the coin to pay you," to which Hal nodded and spoke to another man behind the bar who proceeded to carry a barrel of beer up the old wooden stairs to Buzdrem's room.
"The name's Buzdrem, m'lady, but you may call me Buz," he said to the young women on his arm as he walked over to his seat at the bar. He took a final swig of his drink and offered the stool next to him to the young lady.
Would you like a drink or shall we go to my room?" he asked politely. He already suspected her plan so he was quite confident he knew what the answer would be. She'd be in for a surprise when they got there though, Buzdrem still unable to shake the images of the girl he knew that looked exactly like her from his head.