He's not insulted or scared. If anything, he laughs warmly, because he never did learn self-preservation, so when someone who probably could beat the shit out of him makes a warning, he laughs. One day, it'll catch up to him, but right now, he's just going to enjoy himself.

"Don't worry, chica, your virtue is safe, I just want a good soak," he promises, hands up above the waterline so she can see that he's not doing anything inappropriate.

He even makes a show of turning his eyes because sure, it's nice to look at beautiful things, but not if they don't want. That's a quick way to get something broken. "Do I get a name?" he supposes.