Stopped by her hand, James turned to look down at her and frowned, he couldn't tell her that he could handle her father. He was trained for this sort of thing, after all, but right. As far as she knew, he was just another student, with big aspirations of being a bad ass, but wasn't.
"It doesn't usually happen? Sera, that means it sometimes does happen, which is already one too many, it shouldn't be allowed, and it's not okay. You deserve better."
James lowered into his seat with her, staring at her as he watched her eyes, "I'll try to hide myself from view, so he doesn't do it again, but I don't want you over there. As little as possible."