It was at that point that Titus had seen and heard enough. The man had to calm down now, or go. Titus grabbed the back of the man's shirt and yanked him to his feet. "Seems you don't listen well when drunk. The lady said no touching. Got it?" Titus said. His usual more cheerful and clever demeanor had left. He was not one to joke about someone trying to touch or hurt Diana. The man snarled a bit.<br/><br/>"Who asked you buddy!" the man said. Titus looked down and saw the man clench his fist. A punch was about to be delivered. The man reeled back and tried to punch him in the face. Titus, being far more sober and a far better fighter on top of that, was easily able to dodge the strike. That was that. The man was leaving, but the question was would he be walking out or carried. Titus pushed the man back, allowing the alcohol to work its magic. The man stumbled, and as he tried to regain his balance, Titus grabbed him by the neck and slammed him down. The man let out a scream of pain. Titus bent down and grinned.<br/><br/>"Will that be all?" he asked. The man nodded and got up. He started to slink away when Titus tapped him on the shoulder. The man turned, scared for his life. Titus held up a few credit chips and put them in the man's hands. He looked shocked. Titus patted him on the back. "In case I hurt you. Now get out," he said. The man nodded and left. Titus turned back to his drink and finished it. "Sorry about that Diana. Stupid drunks. Perfectly reasonable man turned into an idiot cause he didn't know when to quit," he said and shrugged.