Buffy released a breath she hadn't been aware she'd been holding -- tense and tight and ready to spring upon the sellsword should the threats turn into anything more. The poor guy on the floor probably wet his pants with all the fear that had been clinging to the walls of the room. It wasn't a proud moment for anyone, she supposed, but for Ser Rock. So Ser Rock had to be knocked down a peg or two.

She waited until they were outside of the blood-soaked inn before pulling him aside. Except pulling him aside still happened in full view of Podrick. "Look, mister. You know who I am. You know a girl sashayed into that room and out came me. You think my Lord Husband is the only one who can control the Lannister gravy train?" Brows were up. Her falsely lowered voice now returned to its usual pitch. "You don't run this show; I do."