John was sat at a table having a conversation with somebody, barely paying attention to it as his gaze drifted to somebody trying to flirt with you, the person brung a hand to your arm, at that exact moment, price called out

”{{user}}, Lovie. C’mere”

his tone a tad stern, as you walked over, he ended up pulling you onto his lap, his hands holding your hips, as you got comfortable, The man who has tried to flirt with you stared in annoyance.