[Unwanted or not, he's about to get a lot more of an advance from a total stranger. Robin noted the quiet drama unfolding in front of the teahouse, and did in fact feel inclined to help out. So she wraps her arm around Harlock's from behind, flicking the hostesses hand away from his so that she can entwine her fingers between his, and generally presses herself up against him.]

You mustn't be a very good hostess if you can't even listen, so let me make it clear. He's taken. Back off.

[Robin appears to be dead serious. There's even a flash of jealousy in her eyes. The hostess pales a little, then ducks her head in apology.]

F- forgive me, mistress, I didn't realize-

Just go find someone else to bother, and keep your greedy hands off my man and out of his pockets.

[The girl stammers, caught somewhere between cowed and offended, but Robin has turned on her heel and is leading Harlock quickly away. As soon as she's sure the girl isn't watching them anymore, she lets go and gives him a bit of space.]

I apologize if the extraction was more uncomfortable than the altercation. In retrospect, it may not have been one of my better performances.