Adam would have been perfectly content to continue their timely egress, but it seemed things were not meant to be so easy. The clerk did not balk in the least at her swift and violent response. Instead he merely swelled up a bit, hovering as menacingly as he could manage in the couple's general direction. Adam keenly felt the lack of any witnesses, though he hoped there was at least a closed circuit camera capturing the confrontation; as he brushed pale fingers close against the thick metal of his belt, ready to wrap its length around his knuckles at a moment's notice, he wondered if things might truly get out of hand, as they seemed to be doing with alarming speed.
"You heard me," he snapped, a single step carrying him further into Lily's space.
Adam had heard too many such insults in his time to be overtly ruffled by them: What had begun in his youth had continued into adulthood, though thankfully the steadily increasing ratio of those who found his look appealing to those threatened or put off by it had helped ease the worst of his self consciousness. But what truly bothered him was Lily's reaction to it, the fact that she was clearly offended and angered on his behalf; he did not know how to respond to this, nor how to repay it in kind. So he merely stood by her side, straightening up to at least show his solidarity with her - all the while, of course, hoping this would still end peacefully, that they all might go their separate ways with no harm done. But their new nemesis, it seemed, could not leave well enough alone.