This is the part where you're supposed to hit him.

There was a plan--a very hastily constructed, fragile one, but a plan nonetheless. It involved getting him away from the bar and the brothel, limiting his ability to do anything really stupid, and then rendering him unconscious.

Only now he's entirely too close and "We should have done this months ago" and that's not part of the plan.

Her tongue flickers over dry lips.

"You're probably right."