Ill Met by Moonlight #63

I was enjoying a tasty souvlaki with our Greek friends when I was roughly gripped from behind by my shoulders rather too close to my throat for comfort - it was Angus, two sheets to the wind, effusively claiming me as his long lost friend.
Despite the drunken bonhomie Markos saw the warning lights straight away as I recoiled from this unwelcome embrace. He sprung forward pinning the dickhead back in a wrestler’s hold. Angus, anger rising, huffing and puffing struggled vainly to break free.
‘Is he troubling you Stéphanos? We can deal with him if you like’ Markos offered supportively.