Just as James got down to the register to banish the man back outside, he leaned forward on the counter.

"We know that you know. Just give us the admission of guilt and we can do this the nice, easy way."

James looked up over the screen, giving him a mildly disgusted look. "Do you plan to intimidate every person under the age of twenty-five just to meet your quota? I happen to know my rights, sir, as a non-mutant citizen, and they include refusing business to unlawful accusers, including on the grounds of unwarranted bullying and harassment. Is that what you're trying to accomplish?”

“I'm going to need to speak to your manager,” the man retorted coolly.

“Sorry, [i]sir[/i], but she's on break. I will gladly give you the phone number for our corporate office so that you may file a complaint.” James tore off a piece of blank receipt paper and wrote down a phone number. “Now, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.”

As James reached over the short counter, the man latched onto his wrist, hard.

"Actually, you'll be coming with me."