Kell scoffs, waving his hand dismissively. Seriously, he can't understand why this was such a big deal. If anything, they should be happy their heir is able to stand his ground.

"And they should have been. You weren't causing an international incident. You punched a guy who was getting handsy. Maybe you shouldn't have been there at all, but you were. And you dealt with a situation the best you were able to. I do wonder if they would have you politely apologize if this was a foreign assassin trying to take you down, and not a guy being too friendly."

Kell grins. This is his second set of skills. He's an Antari first, but he was trained to be the heir to the throne and future king's protector. He hated the context, the way he was basically raised to do it, but he never hated the role itself. Nor the skills that he learned with it.

"I'll give the worst, but also the right answer, only because you're smart. It depends." And before Wilhelm rolls his eyes at him for such an obvious non-answer, he continues. "Let's say you're dealing with an average bully. Not really a bandit, or anyone even remotely trained. There are few things more humiliating than getting dragged down by your ear. Most people have spatial awareness of what's going on with their body concentrated in front of them. A lot less with the sides. So it's easier to grab them from the side. Especially, if you're looking straight at them. If they're trying to intimidate you, they wouldn't want to be the one to look away first. So you can use this to your advantage. Work wonders on people with earrings."

Those were the first and the most obvious things that came to his mind, but Kell wonders if Wilhelm was ever even taught how to protect himself. Or allowed to fight dirty.

"I could teach you a few more tricks if you like."