Thomas saw that look - she recognized him, but a little surprisingly, she didn't look angry, simply... shocked.
Before he knew it, he had grabbed the first man's wrist and pulled it away from Jazz, lowering his hand down forcefully.
"It's her show, not yours," he hissed at the man with an acidic tone, biting his teeth together. He glared at him for a while to make sure he would keep his hands to himself, and only then looked back up at the beauty on the stage.