"I don't want my b-," she corrected herself quickly. They were dating. Rose wasn't exactly sure if she'd call Gar her boyfriend just yet, "I don't want the boy I'm dating to be more afraid of you than of me," she said stubbornly. Rose raised a hand, balled it into a fist and extended her claws. "I can handle him. If I need to," she added quickly, "But I don't want to be thinking about that. It's not serious right now. I want to have fun and not worry about him turning into a jerk."