Lorenzo
Woah. Not even a scratch? That was kinda scary, and hooo boy, she was a feisty one to say the least. He didn't like that look, and he liked having a sword pointed at him for such a stupid reason even less. Oh well, now to get his bony feet out of this mess...
He rubbed the back of his skull awkwardly and stretched back, at the very least his old bones felt better from that. He didn't ignore the swordsman's chilling words, but she looked so thick headed that whatever he'd say would probably bounce off her skull without reaching her ears. Instead, he turned to the white haired kiddo and scolded her gently, annoyed but still good natured enough to be friendly about it.
"And we were having a duel. You don't see me throwing a hissy fit over it, so please get back in line and wait your turn little lady." He said casually before bowing towards Grigori with theatrical grace.
"And of course, I aim to please. I wouldn't mind teaching you, but if you got any ideas of me doing it freely out of the kindness of my heart, I'd ask that you forget them. Well, if you could help me out by say, calming that beautiful lady over there down..." He pointed to the very rude lady back there. "That would be very appreciated. Not bad for a trade deal, eh?"