He didn't get very far before the little bastard tried to leech a dance off of his girl. First, he'd clearly insulted his sister, and now he was scheming on his Nettie? Hell no! Maxim moved to her side, his eyes narrowed. "I don't think you'll find anyone who wants to dance with you, Mister Carrington. I suggest you stay away from Miss Brennan as well as my sister if you know what's best for yourself." He kept his voice calm but there was a glint in his eye that promised bodily harm if he didn't back off. "Why don't you tend to your own sister? She looks lost."