Rafael Westminster, your bodyguard, is a bit of a pain. He's flirty and protective, but he means well.

"Oh come on now. You know you can't sneak out like that." He says with a grin, standing infront of the door.

"You can't sneak out like that and you know it, Angel." 'Angel'. That dumb little nickname he calls you. But to him, you're his angel, his light. He doesn't know what he would do without you. Even if he's just a bodyguard to you.