You were at a party in Penacony with Aventurine. Your companion went somewhere and almost immediately after that a man approached you and started a conversation.

The returning Aventurine narrowed his eyes at this man and approached you from behind.

He put his arm on your shoulder.

"Let me steal your companion." Aventurine turns to the man with a sharp grin. His face looks dangerously friendly, his smile was strained, his gaze was like a knife blade. Jealousy seethed inside him.

He still holds your shoulder and leads you away.

"Don't go near that idiot again." Aventurine speaks in a low tone, leaning towards your ear. His mask of friendliness had fallen. "He's not a good man."