On one occasion she was coming back from the bathroom when some 'Grand Theft Auto' tough guy grabbed her by the wrist and asked if he could buy her a ...drink. She said, “No thanks,” but he wouldn’t let it be. “Can I have my hand back? Now.”He noticed me and gave me a stare, that just made me smile and return the gaze. I’d seen his kind before. The kind that acts all tough on the internet because there’s no reprisals. Forgetting they’re in the real world and not in a video game or chat room. It's. Perhaps this was a bad idea, he suddenly thought."Oh, now you think it a bad idea?!" a booming voice asked in something close enough to Gaelic that he understood it. "We weaned you off of blood sacrifice for reasons, silly mortal. You are lucky that I have been waiting for this or I would make you and your foolish friends pay for this dearly, Airmid's daughter or not."There was a gasp and the priestess was suddenly the focus of nine sets of eyes. Then they realized that there were more people. "We see more of the man's face now. He is on the phone.There is a delay. Nothing spoken, and then: "No. Haven't described the guy much. Good looking and in his thirties. It's not so much about him..." Who is this guy?" Lisa says, suddenly finding herself somewhere completely unexpected. It doesn't occur to her that she is now able to speak."Where the fuck did you come from, and who the hell are you?" asks the man, looking up from the telephone."Huh? Who are you?" Lisa asks. "Where's Harry?". After few weeks, when I repeated the same thing, she first time replied that “you only talk but never get me a REAL BBC”. I was shocked to hear her comment so I asked her again, just in case I misunderstood it. But no, she did confirm the same thing whist she was in that mood. After a good fuck that night, I asked her the same question in the morning. Normally, she would have denied it straight away, but this time she didn’t refuse, which means that she was also thinking about it but didn’t.