[ Now it's Cadence's turn to laugh, though hers is all too forced; she places his hand on Clay's arm as if begging him to stop so she can breathe again. ]

Honey, stop, he won't know you're joking--I have to apologize, he really does have a dry sense of humor.

[ The man looks over at Clay with a weak chuckle, looking more concerned about the dark look in his eyes than about any sort of verbal insult. Very quickly he seems to sober up enough to make his excuses, taking one long and inappropriate look at Cadence's cleavage before he scurries back to his wife.

Her "prey" gone, Cadence drops the niceties to glare at Clay. ]

What the fuck was that?