The Russian's head snapped sideways at the sudden sounds of confrontation, a slight flicker of anger sparking in his single, deep blue eye. He slowly rose from his chair, clearing the distance between himself and where Delilah and the man were having their confrontation.<br/><br/>Placing himself between the two of them, he glared down at the man; upper lip pulled back in a feral snarl.<br/><br/>"'ey, she s'd s'rry, 'kay?" he growled out, narrowing his gaze.<br/><br/>His muscles were tense, and his hands curled into fists. The way his shoulders were hunched forward and body straightened easily made him appear bigger than he normally would have; expression twisted into one of malice. Normally he would have had a calmer approach, but after a day like he had had, and having been able to at least somewhat relax due to a calm atmosphere and a kind girl, he wasn't about to let someone burn it to the ground.