Still getting used to the fact that heavy handed punches like that would not knock him to the ground, like they used too, Whitney let the sudden pain of such an attack wash over him. He somehow got a thrill from such things as now that he was a Geist such futile attempts to harm him had little affect on his general health and wellbeing. Whilst in a state of euphoria, Whitney heard the bigger of the two Special K’s remark on his skin tone, this snapped him out of his trance as a globule of spit came hurtling towards his right cheek. It was a good shot.<em>The man had obviously taken classes</em>, Whitney thought, with a smile. He then looked down and removed a silk handkerchief from his lapel to wipe the spit from his cheek. He smiled confidently at the two Neanderthals and remarked in response to what they were doing to the woman. “Touch her again and that will be the last thing you do.” Seeing that the men looked dumbfounded, he took a pregnant pause and then continued. “Trust me on this, I have seen the way situations like this turn out and it will not be a happy ending for either of you.”  He then glanced over to the dog, who was almost free from the table leg. In fact it looked like the animal had moved the table at least a few metres towards the two men. “See even Fido here wants a piece of you both, so, if you forgive the dog analogy, I suggest you put tail between your legs and head home to mummy... just a thought”.