Acquainted

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Emil brushed the offending hand off of Kaitlyn's shoulder. "I believe the lady said she didn't wqnt to be touched." He swiftly wrapped his arm around her in place of the hand he shooed away and pulled her to his side.

"You're touching her, ain't ya?"

"Yeah, but the thing is... I'm not you."

"No shit?! You ain't got shit that I don't got."

"I do though. I have dignity, common sense, and an understanding of how not to treat people. The only thing you might have that I don't is her disgust."

"You wanna go?!"

Emil shook his head and sighed, "Lemme put this in a way you'll understand. I've had her on her back. We've had those hot, close moments... I don't think I need to explain more.. right?"He squeezed Kaitlyn closer to him.

For her part, Kaitlyn bit her lip as her face turned a healthy shade of red. The thick-skulled man nodded but glared. "You can do better than..." He froze upon seeing Emil's gaze.

Emil allowed his right eye to glow. "If you're smart, you'll shut up. Even if you managed to get past me and to her, you'd only be making things worse for yourself. A fight with me is a favor compared to one against her." He spit those words out, cold and foreboding, with the slightest hint of pity. Before the large brute had realized, there was a knife pressed to his neck, being withdrawn. He was unsure of when or how Emil closed the distance, but his body finally managed to spare some of his muscle-bound blood for his brain... and he backed away.

When there was distance between them and the other tavern patrons, after the pair had taken their seats, Kaitlyn complained. "Did you really have to make up such lies?!"

"I didn't lie. Both you and him came up with your own ideas about what I said. I know what I said and what people would assume... and used it."

Kaitlyn looked down at the table, red-faced once more. "I think your words might be more deadly than your blades..." she muttered.