Re: Dance Floor
"Mine now," R tossed over his shoulder as he went to the other table to pour a glass of juice, turning around and finding...
...well. Well. R had to swallow down the instinctive rage and hatred and urge to tear the throat out of the individual who was getting a little too grabby with his angel. R stormed over and grabbed the guy by the back of the shirt. "I think that's quite enough of that, mon ami," he all but snarled. "Don't you know not to touch someone without their permission?" He dropped his voice. "I can give you a long list of very painful reasons to remind you, mon frere."