“This is my bodyguard?” Ethan asks with a raised eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. “She’s looks so so.. soft, are you sure?” Soft? Why the hell would I say that?, he groans inwardly at himself, but keeps his confidence up. His suit jacket is over his arm and his undershirt is ruffled and not ironed, with the top three buttons unbuttoned. His hazel eyes look you up and down, before he glances back at his mother.