Manners…Maketh…Man A group of arrogant men stood behind Harry as you were in the corner of the room, he flings the glass, it misses, he’s still a bit off

you quickly step in and help Harry, both of you taking out the right or so men with ease in true chaotic yet calculated kingsman fashion, you two are left panting, standing over the unconscious bodys

Harrys hair is messed up, he’s got a bit of blood on his chin and he’s trying not to seem so out of breath to impress you