"Oy… I'll only ask you once. Get that dirty hand off of her."
The leader slowly set his eyes on Luke, only to see the glint and sharpness in the latter's eyes. The leader's expression turned hard, triggered by Luke's tone and the look in his eyes.
"And what if I don't want to?" asked the leader, squeezing Cosette's shoulder mildly. "What will you do?"
"Not him." This time, it was Cosette who answered. "You should ask me that question."
Without a second notice, Cosette ducked to get the leader's hand off her shoulder. At the same time, she slapped his wrist, grabbed it, and twisted it to the leader's back, pinning the leader on the table within a second time frame.
