Hunter likes to think he's hard to truly annoy. At least when he and those he cares for aren't being thrown into harms way or otherwise, that is.

But the sleemo who's got their arm slung around you in a suggestion of camaraderie that he knows doesn't exist is definitely on the fast track to getting on Hunter's last nerve. He'd gone to get you another drink at your request, had been enjoying the quiet peace between the two of you ㅡ even if it was in a cantina.

His eyes narrow when the unwanted visitor seems to take your subtle lean away as invitation to get closer, then catches your desperate look, pleading for help. And Hunter is all too happy to step in.

"Excuse me," he says, tone flat. "But I don't think they're enjoying your company."