Mitchell turned his head and smiled. "Sure thing, babe," he said, draping an arm around the woman's shoulders. Despite the friendly smile he threw a brief, piercing, threatening glare toward the men and made sure to make second-long eye contact with each one. It was the kind of thing that communicated that yes, he would likely lose fighting them all, but he would also land one or two in the hospital.
With that, he turned in the opposite direction and steered the attractive lady alongside him, ambling away from the suckers and whistling.