<span style="font-style: italic">The waiters and the locals that didn't feel like eating in their homes watched with interest during the fight, some ready to pull their phones out and call the <span style="font-weight: bold">policia.</span>They hesitate when they spot who's accompanying the young woman around the town. They collectively hold their breath when the young woman is restrained, fingers froze on the buttons. The sound of plates and cups breaking is heard when a server lets go of a tray bearing a table's food when Ethan blurs in motion. Eyes pop out when he coolly tells Nacita off like the spoiled brat she is. The most dangerous man in Spain defending some strange woman? Had he been drinking too much of his own wine or had she cast a spell on him?</span><br/><br/>Ethan watches Nacita retreat, ignoring the gaping public as he tugs the wrinkles out of his good dress shirt. Good to remind people why he's top dog sometimes. He shrugs. "I've got my reasons. You're welcome," he says in a level tone as he bends down to retrieve his suit jacket and dust it off.