The guy's expression went from shock to disbelief to anger, but before he could say or do anyhting the con staff member grasped the back of his collar. "Alright joker, I don't know who your daddy's banging or how high up you can think you can piss, but you come to my con and break rules here, we play jungleball with your balls, full court. You're going out, and if I see you again, you'll be<em>wishing</em>it was just police coming to pick you up." His smirk a cruel one, he practically<em>carried</em>the troublemaker at the exit, while Aimee let out a sigh in relief.<br/><br/>Leaning up against Reon she smiled happily, and nod. "Quick thinking, and wow the air conditioning really helped. Think that even works outside or is it just indoors thing? Or maybe he just gotta avoid windy days? Either way, that creep is cree-py, seriously." She said at this time, looking at Reon. "But you were saying about the artists?" She gestured back, the Disney booth still peaceful at the time.