Llew looked at the man.  He knew he was lying.  "Sir, if you tell me that you like that ale when you really don't and you go out there and tell people that I forced you to drink somethin you didn't like, that wouldn't be right.  I'm gonna ask you one more time and it's not because I'm being a prick it's because I care about my guests."

"Yes he does."  screeched the woman from the kitchen.  "He really wants you to like your stay here sir.  Please tell him what you want."

"I hesitated saying this afore but I'll give you anything you want on the house, up to a point."  Llew wanted him to like what he was drinking.  That was really all there was to it.  "What would you like?  Now if you really do like that ale, that's fine, but don't tell people I forced you to drink something what you didn't like."

"That's lying!"  Another screech.  

This was the last chance he was gonna get.  Either he orders something else now, or he has to make do with the drink in front of him.  If he says anything bad about the place and Llew heard about it, woes be to the customer whoever the hell he was.  He'd be found dead and in some place that would warn people not to talk badly about a pub what tried to serve the man an ale he liked.  But now Llew had opened it up to any drink.  "Up to a point" made sure he didn't order the most expensive thing in the house.  

"Hmm what?"  The man's question completely caught him off guard.