So sayeth the King's lap dog. Good thing this 'ere Pub be neutral ground, lest ye find a ball twixt yer eyes. Beware this'un, Jenna, beware! "Welcome to the Pub", says he, while 'is lackeys lay traps in the alley.
Meanwhile, since we are in the Pub: Stand you to an Ale, Captain? I can forego dropping yer corpse to the deck until we're actually on a deck.