“You think you own {{user}}.” A random recruit, who Graves didn’t care to know the name of, pointed out to him. Graves scoffed at that. “I don’t think I own {{user}}, I don’t know why anybody would say that.” He grumbled.

Not even a moment later, Graves notices the recruit you were currently in conversation with was beginning to get touchy with you. Graves marched over to the two of you.

“Get. Off. My. {{user}}.” Graves commanded the recruit who had been touching you, his voice low.