â€œNaturally.â€ Eric replied a smile spreading across his face. Steeling a glace in the kitchen he took a big whiff and heard his stomach growl in response. He took his tea when it came and blew it a bit to ward off the heat some. It smelled delicious, so did her coffee. His eyebrow raised a little when she offered him her biscuits. â€œThank you.â€ He said grabbing one and taking a satisfying bite. â€œNot bad, almost tastes like its home made. Are you sure you donâ€™t want one?â€<br/><br/>When their food came he smiled wide and looked at what looked like scrambled eggs with whatever they decided to put in it. Picking up his fork he tasted it and mmmmed in approval. â€œThis is good.â€ He said and took a few more bites. The place suddenly went quite when three men walked in, faces frowning, body language saying back off, and muscles tensed. He was halfway up with his fork to take another bite. One of them stared at him menacingly.<br/><br/>It was almost like a slap in the face and Eric flinched because of it. â€œOk who are these guys?â€ He muttered keeping it between him and Kat. One of them walked right up to the cash register, one stood behind him, while the last one went into the kitchen. â€œI have a feeling this isnâ€™t going to turn out well.â€ He said glancing around making note of all the exits, how many men there were, what kind of weapons they carried; if any, and what a good strategy for this situation should be.<br/><br/>Smiling mischievously  he said, â€œWhat do you say I go over there and introduce myself?â€ Getting up slowly he casually walked up to the cash register but was cut off by the one facing outward. â€œI was just going to ask the guy if there was any salt, the one at our table is running out and Iâ€™m craving some salt.â€<br/><br/>The man stared down at him and said, â€œCome back later, weâ€™re talking business.â€ His voice was higher pitched than someone of his height and bulk. He was a good foot over Eric and intimidating as hell but Eric didnâ€™t back down. â€œOh come on, Iâ€™m just want some salt, is that too much to ask for?â€  Eric said feigning pleading. The guy didnâ€™t look amused and pulled out a rather large pistol. Eric held up his hands.<br/><br/>â€œWhoa, no need for violence  Iâ€™m going Iâ€™m going.â€ He said remaining here he was. â€œGet going.â€ The guy said pointing with his gun for Eric to move, â€œI got it I know when Iâ€™m not wanted.â€ He said but instead of going he pivoted his body to the left as fast as he could away from the gun simultaneously grabbing the guys hand with the gun in it and held on tight, then grabbed the gun by the barrel; keeping it away from his body and Katâ€™s in the process, pushed it backwards toward the opponent snapping his trigger finger and pulled the gun away from his in one fluid motion.<br/><br/>Pointing the gun at the man he backed away slightly and keeping his attention focused on the man with his hands up he said, â€œKat would you be so kind as to keep an eye on the others for me, I would like to have a talk with them on how it is rude to come into an establishment and harass people.â€  His voice had a touch of venom in it and he seemed to change from the kind hearted mechanical man to someone who would not hesitate to kill the one in front of him.<br/><br/>The one at the register clapped his hands and chuckled, â€œWell done, it is not easy to fool Marcelo here, let alone disarm him.â€ The man stopped clapping and beckoned his man to him with a whistle. â€œSo you would like to talk to me about my manors eh, well here I am.â€ The man said spreading out his arms.