"Says the man that will lose."
Everyone has turned to look at us. Zavier growls at them as one looked father down my bodice than Zavier liked. He then focused on the make who did and stormed over, picking the man up by the front of his shirt and lifted him in the air. "Don't look at her that way," he growled, punching the man once in the eye. I growled and tackled Zavier, putting him in a headlock and wrapping my legs around his waist from behind. He didn't drop the man, but looked shocked. He didn't seem threatened by the fact that I could've choked him at that moment, so I brought my lips to his ear and whispered so no one else could hear.
"Drop him and get him some ice for his eye or no action for you, mister," I say in the voice I used the first time we met. He immediately dropped the man and called for someone to get him some ice then got me off and hugged me to his chest.