Danny, was about to offer his assistance to Mina when one of the patrons got a little too frisky with her. The werewolf felt the red cloud of fury washing over him. The moon might not be full, but his passion for Mina held nearly as much sway over him.<br/><br/>Rising with a quickness and grace that belied his muscular bulk he was at the mans table before he even knew what he was going to do. His steel blue eyes were now tinged with red and his fingernails had slightly elongated. Placing his hands on the 'table he leaned down until his face was inches from the mans. He didn't say a word. He simply gave a low, guttural snarl.