Frost sat directly in front of Khione, blocking her path towards the six guards who suddenly appeared and disappeared. He forced this woman who's frame, and strength massively exceeded his own to look at him and only him in the moment that her anger was about to erupt like a volcano.
Their magical moment had been ruined by the Captain's sudden announcement, and she wanted nothing more than to draw blood from the first group of staff that crossed her path. Her feelings were so primal that she didn't care about right or wrong just that violence needed to enacted.
Frost given his experience with restraint and his very recent case of blue balls was able to repress his urges, focusing his desire for their next opportunity and work towards manifesting it.
Khione….not so much.
