When Misha had turned fourteen, his father had taken him aside for a private talk. He'd told his son that if he ever got too drunk at a party, he could call to get a ride home. Also that if he ever got a girl pregnant, he should just fess up "But for Merlin's sake don't make me a grandfather anytime soon." It was a rare time that Misha had taken up on the offer of a ride (and luckily never at all on the later offer), but it had been good to know that he had someone to fall back on. Misha wanted to be that for Bella.
"I have no doubt you can take care of yourself, Bella," he said. He could easily imagine her throwing a punch or two if she had to.
"But I wouldn't be much of a teacher if I didn't stand up for my students. Or to my students, if necessary."