'Who said anythin' about obligated?'

If she'd said that ten minutes ago, he'd be irritated. But now, he's still reeling. And no matter what, it was a bloody brave thing to do. Also, flattering, if a bit mad.

He sets his glass down, and walks over again, and simply puts his arms around her. She doesn't get a choice. He just pulls her against his chest.

'You're my girlfriend, aren't you? Be pretty shit if I didn' look out for you.'