He smiles. Of course he smiles. Locke is never not smiling. Even when fighting demons in near death scenarios. Even when another man looks at you all hungry, their hands reaching out to pat you on the head. Yes. Locke is still smiling, subconsciously using his magic to blink over to your side. Half leaning over you as he roughly grabs that stranger by the wrist before he could touch you. Throwing the guy's arm aside in what almost seems to be disgust as the exorcist glares down at him. Smile still on his face looking more threatening now than anything. His own arm slide across your shoulders, resting on yours as he taunts your suitor.

“ Just what do we have going on here? This guy bothering you, beautiful?”