"Aramis," he growls to get his attention and tosses over the small satchel of things, already drawing his crucifix out from underneath his shirt, grinning when the man recoils at the sight of it. "Not so charming now, are you?" he asks, bracing his silver knuckled hands as he leans in and punches, throwing all his weight behind it as he knocks back the man.

"Hands off him," he warns, keeping a weather eye to make sure Athos is fine, too.