He wasn’t entirely thinking as he approached without a word and with both a height and strength advantage, he slammed the guys head down onto the bar. That earned him some questions and a few explicative's coming from the sleazy guy that had been flirting with Leah, but those protests only grew louder as Mikhail snatched the guy’s hand up and twisted it and his arm in a terribly unnatural position. The guy seemed to have developed a cut above his eye and a bloody nose, but that really wasn’t Mikhail’s concern. He could hear his team right behind him yelling at him and telling him to knock it off, but he was still livid. Mikhail’s features were set in a scowl as he glanced at Leah and then down at the guy that seemed to be getting really red in the face, perhaps from how Mikhail had his face pressed against the bar in a way that was positioned just to cut off some of his air. He really didn’t care if the asshole was in pain, “I’ll say this in small words so you understand: keep your fucking hands off of what doesn’t belong to you. Do I make myself clear?” He probably shouldn’t have said that Leah belonged to him, but that’s what he wanted and now that he thought about it...if she was going to jerk his chain then she wasn’t going to do it to anyone else at the same time.