[color=violet]"Woman, let go of my arm right now. Stop involving me"[/color], Varshe demanded in a low tone, after glaring at the two newcomers. [color=violet]"Che, another woman"[/color], he muttered to himself. 

Varshe dangerously felt out of his usual comfort zone. He shook his arm, hoping to get the girl off. He'd have no other option but use force if she wouldn't let go any time soon. The only thing that held him back was the presence of all the people. His skin crawled, when the new red-head spoke to him. How dare she, speak to him in a tone like that?

Varshe glared icy daggers at her, looking down at her. [color=violet]"What? You've got a problem with me?"[/color], he grunted.