[ Daniel's pale eyes flicker in anger as the stranger grabs a hold of his wrist, and indignant thoughts crowd into the ice-cream induced haze around his mind. Thoughts like how am I supposed to remove my hand if you're holding on to my wrist and you know if you do anything to hurt me it's gonna end up being worse for you in the long run and I won't even have to do anything, he'll just know, and he'll find you... the latter of which only fuels the rage inside him even more because god damn would it be nice to go five minutes without thinking about him and man, it sure would be swell to feel capable on his own. ]

Listen, buddy, don't talk to me like I'm a kid, okay? What are you gonna do, huh, cut it off?

[ A woman beside them gasps in horror at the sheer idea of what Daniel is proposing, and it's enough to have him glance at her and realise that.. almost every pair of eyes in the joint are directed their way. He looks back to the man gripping his wrist like a manacle, and realises then that huh... This man could probably fold him down into a pocket square if he really wanted to. He's only taller than Daniel by an inch or two, but probably has more muscle in his pinkie than Daniel does in both arms. He swallows, blinking, and some of the haze leaves his expression. ]

Y'know-- [ His hand flexes, fingers retracting since his hand can't actually go anywhere. ] I, uh. Might have overreacted.