"Sure, a minute ago you wanted to take him behind a dumpster and now you're his best friend," Scion snarled, jutting his chin out stubbornly. "He called me, saying he was in trouble and you were feeling him up. I heard him telling you to stop." Without thinking, he reached out in anger, his whole arm shapeshifting into a wicked, metallic looking claw that elongated until he grabbed the bleached blond man by the neck and lifted. Later he would claim to have no idea how he managed the strength for this, and would blame it on adrenalin.
"What you're gonna do, friend, is let go of him, right now!" he growled, his handsome face looking almost demonic twisted in rage like that.
"Oi, men used to fight over me when I was her age." "Cavemen. They're just as bad as the humans." "Let's go, babe. This can only end in tears." Frederick could hear voices in the background, but they sounded very far away.