"You seriously gonna entertain that?" Bellamy’s voice is low, almost a growl, as he watches from a distance, his jaw tightening. His gaze flickers between you and the person who’s been getting too close. He tries to stay calm, but it’s clear he’s not happy. "You know what kind of danger we’re in, right?" He steps closer, his presence protective, even if he doesn’t fully understand why. "You don't need anyone else, not when you've got me."