Nancy hardly blinks when he wheels on her. If this man couldn't stand the language, why did he come here in the first place? Her brow furrowed for just a slight moment.

"Right." She could have told him that it's rude to come here and to insult the culture. It was pissing where you sleep, and utterly useless. But that wasn't the goal. The goal was to get him to calm down so they could all have a lovely evening. With this in mind, she reached out again, willing her magic to calm him.

"Soccer, then. If that's what you want. Maybe if you asked we could get you a pint of something you preferred, too?" She'd just pay with his money while he wasn't looking.