[ he can practically smell the blood pumping through her veins at that current moment, let alone any that is still pouring freely from her open wound. Bigby doesn't have to ask to figure what she was maybe doing before arriving at the shop; the question was whether or not he needed to be worried that she had unwanted guests following along. it sure would be disappointing if this attractive lady was bringing trouble to him near the end of this wasteful shift. ]

Unless me throwing a guy out as he got on his knees and under someone's skirt is exciting to you, no. [ a singular finger points towards the aforementioned wound. ] You must be here for that, though. By all means, don't stop for me. I can't look that lonely.

[ says the guy who is pretty much always lonely. that is neither here nor there. ]