Without thinking, he snatched the politician's wrist and squeezed. Hard.
"What did I just say?" He said, everything about him was calm, visually, however, his inner rage was palpable. He felt bones crunch in his hand while the politician gasped out in pain, his hand unable to do anything but flex, releasing Freya.
"You should go now, Belle, Take your friend, I will be sure to reimburse you for the evening, the both of you." he said, and it wouldn't be until later that he realized he called her 'Belle', not Freya.
At the moment, all he could think of was trying not to kill him while the girls were watching.
"You and I shall have words now, Senator..." He told him and the old man whimpered.
Schuyler looked up at Freya once more.
"You should go...quickly."