“Nope.”<br/><br/><br/>Simple, right? Says the hand that reached out from above and behind the young woman with the broken bottle ready to go prison style on the demon whose body language was trying to decide if retaliating or running was the right move, given the time and place. Vice-like and inhumanly strong, the hand laced around the tiny wrist of the woman and squeezed<br/><br/><br/>Just.<br/><br/><br/>So.<br/><br/><br/>Just enough that the pressure was just that kind of painful and she would either endure or let the bottle go. Either way, he was going to squeeze her hand like a stubborn ketchup bottle enough that he could snatch the broken doseki from her grasp and set it a safe distance away while he wrenched her arm back behind her back, pinning it there.<br/><br/><br/>“Say your uncle is a goose and I’ll let you go,” the predator’s growl breathed close to her ear, the heat of his breath ruffling her hair, tickling her tick, while the grin stretched across his face too wide. If she strained hard enough, her peripheral might just get a good look at the sharp rows of teeth in his mouth. “Squeaking mercy might also work, because it’s been a long day, and I could use the laugh.<br/><br/><br/>Quicksilver gaze peered over the dark crown of hair that belonged to the woman to the grinning demon that had gotten himself a new beer from the bartender that had pursed her lips at the scenario unfolding in the bar. More than a couple pair of eyes were watching them with open curiosity, cueing their time to depart.<br/><br/><br/>“You -- finish your beer and carry on your way,” he nodded over the woman toward the demon, who raised his new beer up in a salute and turned away, but not without a smug look toward the woman. “And you… walk with me. To my office.”<br/><br/><br/>Notice he hadn’t given an inch as far as his grip on her wrist went? Or the fact that he still held her arm tight behind her back, uncomfortably so, as the toes of his sneakers bumped into her heels from behind and his chest thudded solidly against her back. “I’m not going to tell you twice before I pick you up, fling you over my shoulder, and carry you like a spoiled brat. Walk forward, please, head to the back, and don’t try anything else funny in my bar or I’ll spank you when we get back there too.”