It seemed that Rosalyn wasn't the only one who was used to dealing with creeps. Maybe this girl was part of the magic world, maybe she wasn't, but she probably didn't have some sort of battle specific magic to back her up. It was one of the few reasons that Rosalyn had been able to keep confident all these years of being pushed around and harassed. The girl seemed to zone out for a moment before introducing herself and Lavender, or Bride. Rosalyn giggled when Bride complimented her name and seemed to think she did the wrong thing. He expertly dodged the attempt to take back the compliment and instead delivered one of his own. "Lavender is such a pretty name too! Were you named after the color or the plant? I think I was named after both." He said, fingering his own pink locks.

That's when he saw it, there was some kinda creepy looking guy that was the next target of the sleaze who had been going after him. Only this time, the creepy guy knocked the sleaze to the ground and pulled out a blade. Oh no he didn't. Rosalyn's eyes narrowed into some far less cute and far more dangerous. "Sorry, but my question will have to wait." He said, just barely managing to keep his tone cute.

Rosalyn wanted to make sure Bride stayed back, but with the weapon in question, she probably would. He was probably the only one at this school crazy enough to confront the guy. He started by just walking closer. Acting cool and calm like nothing was wrong. Then when he was in range, he slipped between the creepy guy and the sleaze and promptly grabbed the creepy guy's wrist. Ready activate his powers and either crush it, or rip the blade out of his hands. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked, still in the same cute girlish voice. "They guy's a dirtbag but he doesn't deserve death."

Besides after being saved by a tiny, cute, girl like this, he would at the very least leave them alone.