A gloved hand takes that wrist half a moment later, Lisa's other hand still holding her drink.
"The lady is mine for the evening." Her voice is calm, but heavy.
"You're going to remove your hand, and walk away." She continues, cutting off a retort as his lips barely had time to start moving. "I'm not negotiating. I'm informing you. I have half a dozen ways to strip-mine your mind and remove all your toilet training. I have a full dozen ways of hunting you down where you sleep. I have three ways of stranding you on an island where you'll contemplate cutting off a limb and eating it to survive.
But right now, I only need one way to get rid of you. Just look me in the eye and tell me you don't believe me."
She waits, hands still on wrist and glass.
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