Thomas took a brief look around, spotting Waiven. He was getting grabbed, groped, and grinned upon, but tom thought nothing of it; so was he.
Then, he saw the big mountain of flesh begin to kiss Waiven! So, he stormed over there, a look of furor on his face. He growled, knife drawn, navigating through the crowd behind the mountain.
He took a deep breath, delivering a Heavy kick to the back of his kneecap, forcing him down. He put his knife up to the bird's throat, and said, as quietly as he could "don't you touch him. Don't you ever touch him!"