[ Perhaps if Rosalind had not pressed in that close he might have pushed it farther. He would have given the man a solid shove back into the crowds. But instead the warmth that radiates off her sends a soothing calmness through him. His jaw is tight and though he wants to reach over and shove the man how to behave he doesn't. His hand forms a fist, but it remains at his side. Nails digging into his palm as he stares over Rosalind at the man.
Finally he looks down at her. Very aware of how warm she feels and how close she is. But she's telling him to leave it. He has a Scottish temper and it's not often he manages to pull it back in. Instead of looking at the drunken inconsiderate buffoon he looks at her. He lets a short sigh and nods his head quickly. ]
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Date: 2018-03-12 06:01 am (UTC)Finally he looks down at her. Very aware of how warm she feels and how close she is. But she's telling him to leave it. He has a Scottish temper and it's not often he manages to pull it back in. Instead of looking at the drunken inconsiderate buffoon he looks at her. He lets a short sigh and nods his head quickly. ]
Go on now. Vanish from our sights.