[L leans on the bar, wavering, before resuming his seat. Clearly, he intends to remain and keep drinking. The bartender wipes the runes away now that they've accomplished their purpose, handing L the cloth once he's done. He uses it to stem his still-bleeding wrist.]

Alex and I are friends, and barring a plea from her, we'll remain as such.

[His words are steady, even as his hands tremble slightly from the shock of the last few minutes.]

It's on you, if you want to be the tyrant forcing her to make that plea, but keep in mind that real power does not have to insist.