"Oh, so it's a show you want, is it? Well then, should've said so sooner, I'd have brought my whip."

Grinning, Trevor pulled one arm in front of his chest, stretching it with the other before swapping and limbering up the other one. She looked confident and Trevor was smart enough and had been in plenty of fights to know not to judge by looks alone.

Rolling his shirt off, more just for flare than convenience of fighting, tossing it to the side and cracking his neck, flexing his pecs and maybe showing off a little more than normal, but then again, he didn't think this was going to be a real fight.

"Well then, Aranea, it's a pleasure to meet you. You can call me Trevor."

Still not comfortable giving his family name just yet, you never know, it might get him kicked of this Island!