His smile didn't sober as he picked up his smaller sibling and placed her on the bar, letting his hands roam down the tops of her thighs as he let go of her, pausing at her knees before settling on the countertop.
"Sweet of you to worry about me, but even if those thugs could put up a decent fight, I wouldn't let anything happen," he said, despite his smile taking a more serious tone. He'd seen too well what walking into a fight without complete focus and will to win could lead to. Overconfidence was fun to play at, but when something wanted to hurt you it was vital to meet it with everything you had.
"How would you start, if you were intent on getting her without riling her boys too much?" he asked curiously. He wasn't skilled at glamoring, having learned the basics but preferring to hone his physical abilities. He wasn't used to relying on magical skills.
He then chuckled at the scenario he'd just described. "Assuming of course you weren't you. I don't think those boys would mind you going after her too much."