Eddy's reaction isn't much different, just add some loud expletives to the mix. Shock and surprise quickly turnover to renewed anger at this man's voice, his smile, his confident words, and Eddy's first instinct is not talking, but he restrains his fists, for now.

"Did a fucking grand job of it," he snarls, stepping shoulder-to-shoulder with Chanel, and shifting into a guard stance, both hands firmly gripping his staff and ready to spring if this man tries to do anything to her.