He shrugged. "I'm not terribly fussed one way or another, I don't even know him. If he starts threatening people I care about, then I'll care, and probably have you come with me and you can beat him up again." He smirked then. "Yeah, we're a lot of things, subtle isn't one of them. At all."
Alexander had been taught how to wrestle in his youth, then swordplay and close-quarter fighting as he'd gotten older. Styles changed over time, but the fundamentals never really changed. Guard your weak spots. Don't pull your punches. And never be fooled by an opponent's appearance.
He raised his hands to his chest, curled into loose fists. He had no idea what to expect from her, but he could try and glean something from watching how she moved and held herself.