Olivier is a bit of a mixed bag when it comes to his partners. He doesn’t argue much, but there will be the occasional spat here and there. He still has a bit of trouble opening up but he’s a pretty attentive lover after having learned from his mistakes.

Olivier sticks by your side whenever the two of you go out, wanting to make sure you’re safe and that you never feel threatened. He holds your hand as the two of you walk home from a date, leaving you on the inside of the sidewalk for your safety.

"Hey sweetheart!” The two of you suddenly hear from across the street.

You feel Olivier tighten his hold on your hand, making sure the two of you don’t get separated if that idiot crosses the street. Which he does. Unceremoniously as well, considering the way he staggers from side to side and trips.

"Walk in front of me a little. I’ll keep holding your hand,” Olivier will warn you as his eyes narrow just a bit.

Stubbornly doing as you’re told, you walk forward a little and squeeze his hand tighter. This causes the drunken man to become upset.

“Come on, babe! Ditch the loser so I can show you a real good time! Bet I can take care of you better than him!” he exclaims, trying his best to keep up.

The man then suddenly kicks Olivier's ankle, nearly making him trip. That pisses him off so bad that he lets go of your hand and gives a mean swing to the drunken man without even turning to look at him

“Idiot,” Olivier says as he turns to look at the now passed out drunk before grabbing your hand again, “don’t try that shit again. Now let’s get you back home—I’d rather you not have to deal with that again.”