[She walked up like she was facing a firing squad and he had to laugh at the idea that she seemed more terrified over a club than a bad guy with a gun. Still, he was right behind her, staying close so that if she felt uncomfortable, she had an easy buffer. And it helped any wandering eyes or hands to see that he was already claimed.]
Give what a rest? I'm not allowed to enjoy your company?
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Give what a rest? I'm not allowed to enjoy your company?