"Am I correct in assuming that were I to pull off all his limbs, you would be rather put out?"

"That's right."

"Mm." She paused. "From this day forward, you will never be invited to any party, album release or vodka launch to which I am even peripherally attached. Concierges and bouncers will turn their backs on you; your name will be struck from all guest lists and forgotten. From this day forward, your night life will be shit."

Cynthia turned on her heel and left.

"What have you done?!"

"Hey, wait! Can we talk about this? Okay, you can tear off my right foot for a VIP pass to Limelight!"