Sally Anne looked like a trapped doe between two mangy hunters. She obviously did not want to be in that situation as she called out to him.
"Oh, really?" Michael said in response to the taller man with disbelief, "That's funny." Old friends to Sally Anne like this sleazy bloke meant they were no friends now.
Nodding, Michael turned to the two blokes, his own hand flicking away the man's hand from semi-petrified girl.
"Sorry boys," he said, not at all apologetic, "she's with me tonight."