But, wouldn't anyone be offended, getting stabbed in the back by you of all people~? Nobody expects the goody two-shoooes! [Ban threw one arm sloppily around Olivia's shoulder in an effort to close off her escape and lean on her. His legs had a decent amount of strength in him to compensate for his lazy wobbling but they could only go so far.

A freshly opened bottle of beer popped in Ban's hand just as another patron made a startled, confused noise.]

You're the last person we'd expect to be on the offensive ♪.