It appeared to Brutus that the woman at his arm would not stay back no matter his tries to keep her away. So for now he kept her there, his arm stiff, and stretched farther away from him so that Anna was not against Brutus. "Socialize, huh? I've seen your type, 'oh I just want to talk' they say- and soon you have a knife in your ribs."

“So much distrust... you need to relax.” [i]She cooed.[/i] “Does little old me look able to fight big strong you?” [i]She asked, flashing puppy-dog eyes.[/i]

"But I've answered that already!" This time, Brutus simply pulled away and pushed Anna off his arm, instead of backing, choosing to backpedal away. With a huff, he turned around and decided to walk off, seeing as nothing short of that would keep the woman off him. [spoiler]End? [/spoiler]