He pulls his face into a smile when she talks about the beach. He frowns when she mentions her parents have passed. "I'm sorry to hear that," he murmurs apologetically.  He tugs the small back onto his face when she starts talking about drawing and taking pictures on the beach, her love for the subject evident in her voice. He looks over to see who had called out her name. Ah yes, Nacita Garcia, daughter of a wealthy business man, well known for picking fights.<br/><br/>He isn't too well versed in the female mindset, but he does know when a girl brings male back up there will probably be a cat fight. He's hoping that her goons aren't to well trained, giving him better odds of being able to help in case they decided to step in on this fight.  He watches as the fight starts, deciding to step in when a couple of the boys get a good enough hold on Lunara that she can't break free, and Nacita pulls a knife.<br/><br/>He swiftly lashes out, slamming the flat of his foot into one's knee before wheeling around to do the same to the other, causing them to let go of Lunara. He whirls again, sending an elbow into the rib cage of the third goon before facing Nacita. "Now what did your daddy tell you about picking fights 'Cita? Don't want to lose your source of income now would you? I suggest you study from here on out. Your father will hear about this," he says in a level tone, though his eyes glittering with promise/threat behind his glasses.