Licking his lips, flashing his tongue piercing in the process, the Russian kept his glare on the man. His body posture kept tensed and waiting for him to do something, his upper lip twitching lightly with a hint of a warning sound in the back of his throat when he spoke to the girl in what he found to be a snappish manner. He kept the posture and threatening stare on said man until he moved away. He then softened his gaze, glancing down at the girl and offering a gentle smile. He casually slid a calloused hand onto her shoulder, attempting to gather his thoughts.<br/><br/>"Hov' 'b't I gr'b my th'n's, an' v'e t'lk a b't?" he asked cautiously, hoping that his tone was enough to show that it was alright if she refused his offer. Thinking a moment longer, he added, "I c'ld j'st v'lk ye' t' y'r h'se."<br/><br/>Raising his eyebrows slightly, he mentally kicked himself. He would probably be late to his meeting tonight, but that could be worked out. It wasn't like he wasn't the boss, anyway; they couldn't fire him or anything.