Erik nuzzled her, though he continued to glare at the everfurious man before him. Gaston gripped his knife harder, giving both Belle and Erik a glare. "Belle. Get over here. NOW!" The beast gave him a narroweyed look in return. Gaston was getting impatient. He took hold of her arm, yanking her away. "What is your problem? You would prefer this animal to me?? Little SLUT!" Before anyone could react, he smacked her across the face and let her fall into the snow. Erik let out a roar of rage. Gerard and the others stared in shock, Belle's father being the only one to run up to Gaston and grab his shoulder. "What are you doing?!" Gaston turned, his eyes alight with anger, "Your daughter likely SLEPT with this thing. She's no better than it!"