The man's eyes widened and he took a step backwards in cowardice, but continued to glare, not completely backing down.<br/><br/>"What.. are you... her lawyer or something..? Tell your girlfriend to watch where she's going... Nobody wants a clumsy waitress," he said, slightly quieter than before, a bit of fear evident in his voice, but still trying to sound tough. He tried to hunch over and appear broader and manlier as well, but all it did was make him look even shorter in comparison to Ilariy.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Delilah's eyes widened even further. She was glad somehow, that he was standing up for her and protecting her, but the last thing she wanted was a fight to break out. She was completely anti-violence and hated everything it caused, more than she even disliked confrontations.<br/><br/>The girl quickly stepped to the Russian's side, perhaps even in between the two men, and tilted her head up to look at him with concern. The other man seemed momentarily, slightly, relieved at this,  but he did not break his ridiculous imitation of his opponent's posture.<br/><br/>"Hey.. Ilariy... It's alright.." the girl said softly, placing a gentle hand on the side of his arm in an attempt to calm him down. She gave him a sweet smile before continuing. "He's right.. It's my fault. I'll fix it somehow, okay? No need for fighting..."