Aaron knows that you're not as scared as you seem. As level-headed. He knows you have a fiery temper hiding underneath. 

He was instructed to help you with hand-to-hand, because you would defend- but never fight back. He had to coax it out of you.

"Show me those pretty white jaws," he murmured, throwing a punch that you immediately blocked. "Show me where the delicate stops. Show me, love."