The bodyguard looked back and forth between them - the emotionless man who had defeated him with little to no effort, and the young lady who could apparently saw poison as an aphrodisiac - and decided perhaps dignity wasn't so important. "I-It was just a job! A warning to her old man! I'll tell the cops everything, just... back off!"

Tharja was a little disappointed she wouldn't get to throw more acid into people's faces but she suppose she could always save it for a special occasion. She decided to let Mamoru take the reigns and decide what would be done with this pathetic excuse of meat. She happily pocketed her remaining pearls, and instead placed her hands on Mamoru's back. She was just content to stay here and appreciate his skill from behind. Like a stalker.