When the foreign girl grabbed the chest of the other [i]girl[/i], an unpleasant smirk crawled onto the mace-wielding troublemaker's face. However, after the declaration that the hooded one was in fact a [i]guy[/i], that smirk vanished and was replaced by a grimaced scowl. Furthemore, the scowl grew after not only the hooded fellow declined his generous offer, but also the caramel-cutie who was now trying to walk off before he could even correct her about it being [i]they[/i] who should join [i]his[/i] party, not the other way around!

Also, it was clear that after the revelation of the hooded figure's gender being revealed, the pushy man was no longer in the slightest bit interested in that one, instead focusing solely on the lass trying to scamper off. With a forceful and sudden grasp of her wrist, which was done at surprising speed, the rough, shaggy-but-short haired man spoke up.

"Hey!" His voice was far less pseudo-smooth now, and far more forceful and irate. "I wasn't done talkin' to you, [i]girl[/i]." The fellow's eyes were narrowed and his brows were lowered, a clearly discontent look upon his entire face. "I'm telling you, if you come with me you won't [i]have[/i] to go hunt some stinkin' rats in a filthy sewer. I'll take you along on a [i]real[/i] quest, with a real reward. All you gotta do is follow me." Although it may have been intended as one, the man's words didn't feel much like an offer, but more as a demand. He was just about to say something more, when...

"She said '[i]no thank you[/i]'." A clear, audible voice called out over the murmur and other noise in the hall. The degenerate turned his head to see that the voice had originated from the newly arrived, now newly christened porcelain-adventurer with the halberd.
"Mind your own business, or what? You saying you wanna come with too?" The man's face had regained some of its smugness, though he still looked annoyed.
"I wouldn't go anywhere with someone who doesn't listen to what others say. Aren't you ashamed?"
"The hell!? Who do you think you are, [i]rookie[/i]? Telling me off, a [i]Steel-rank[/i] when you're just a lowly Porcelain-scrub!"
"What does our ranks matter? There's no rule that says lower ranks have to obey higher ones! This is a matter of being a decent person, something you clearly aren't."
"Wh- Why you little bitch..."

The man had by now let go off the foreign, white-haired girl and was instead facing the makeshift-armored, outspoken lass instead. He and she were staring each other down, with dagger-like looks and frowns on each of their face. The man's hands were balled into fists, with his knuckles whitening and a clear vein showing on his temple... However, his eyes caught something - as did his ears. The noise in the guildhall had died down, and the other people preent were now looking at the spectacle in question.

This was no good. He may have been pushy and hot-headed, but the man was no fool. In this situation, he was the one who would suffer a loss in reputation and respect if things continued. All thanks to the halberd-wielding [i]Tits McGee[/i] calling him out and making a scene... Frustrated and casting a venomous look at the aforementioned young woman, he turned on his heel with a click of his tongue.

"[i]Tch![/i] Fine, was just trying to help you rookies out. Whatever, I've got my own things to do." He forced a stiff, casual shrug and gave a dismissive wave of his hand before walking away back towars a table where two other ladies were sitting, both Padfoots by the look of it. For now though, the situation was disarmed without anyone having gotten a face-full-of-fist.

The purple-haired girl kept her eyes trained on the mace-man as he walked away, following him with her eyes until she was sure he had sat down. After which, she let out an exasperated breath of air and placed one cheek in the palm of her free hand. Shaking her head slightly, she refocused and walked over to the girl who had been pestered.

"Are you alright? He didn't hurt you or anything I hope?" A genuinely concerned look on her face. She also looked over at the young boy witht he hood. "And you? Are you okay?"