You know what? I'm sure you have a beautiful voice -- [ As his other hand flies upward mid-sentence, clearly used to dividing his attention if his even tone and lightning fast reflexes are anything to go by. Trained, and well. Immediately fingers wrap tight around her wrist, a nigh bruising grip before he's none-too-gently jerking her bodily towards the wall. He turns, flinging her against it with quick step in and a knee pressing forward almost warningly against her thigh. ]

-- but I'm just gonna' have to use my imagination. Now let's try this again. Nod or shake your head to let me know if you're gonna' make me break your leg.