Snippet #1644317

Kurogo had taken his time parking his bike, and inspecting it a little, but, while looking through the cafe's large windows, he say that boob-grab.
Just the kind of crap Vesper didn't need, and though she was plenty intimidating, he wanted to make sure that little punk never even though of doing that to ANY female again.
He still didn't understand why he was so strongly protective of women, and why he had an underlying hatred of men, but he did, and as he was walking into the cafe was not the time to contemplate it.
As he made his way over to the punk's table, he didn't notice Trevor, or Inara, and probably wouldn't care if he had.

His heavy hand rested on the punks shoulder, with an iron clad grip that gave the impression of crushing bones, which, in all fairness, Kurogo probably couldn't do with a grip, a crowbar? Yeah, to bad he didn't have one.
A sadistic smirk crossed his face as the kid turned to face the person touching him, whatever insult the punk had planed, whatever cliche "Hey buddy" line he'd heard on TV and felt would be cool to use in life, died off in his throat when he met Kurogo's black stare.

He didn't care though, he simply looked away from the punk, and over at Vesper.

"Want me to teach him some manners, or just break every bone in his horny body?"