After taking a swig, Eileen moved away for just a moment to pour a couple of pints, returning swiftly to her glass and company after handing them off and pocketing her tip. "Every night," Leeny scowled in the pervert's general direction. "Oh I don't," she grinned slyly now. Eileen did not take shit or unwanted advances from anyone. "He just doesn't understand the word no. Probably because I'm a woman the size of a child." She wasn't sure which part of that was more disturbing, actually. "I've got a mean stinging hex, he's found that out the hard way." She assured him with a salute of her glass to take another sip.

"I'm Eileen, by the way." She figured if he was going to entertain his heroism, he may as well know that much.