"You keep your hands to yourself, and I won't hurt you with my own." Charles said eerily calm to the man he held against a tree. Pinning him with just a forearm and maintaining a deadly eye contact. He wasn't one to stand for men harassing people in such a nasty way, especially you.

He turned to you after a moment, his strong hands reaching out to hold your arms. Despite his large nature, he was rather gentle and patient with you. "Are you alright?" he asked, but it came out as a demand.