Sol looked at the girl with his silver blue eyes they seem so cold and heartless. yet there was something hidden in them a spirit that no one seem to get to that he still had. He spat on the floor right in front of her and her dad the spit was a bloody one thanks to the flat lip that he got from the fight. A medic came in and try to attend to his wound but Sol would let him. "My little flower you sure you want him he is my prize fighter? Not only that there is plenty of young men that you can raise as a fighter as well." he said to her he really didn't want to give his money maker to his daughter. Sol smirked and closed his eyes "I highly doubt princess could even handle me." he said slightly cocky