" Try not to look like a cop," I told Jenna. She shook her shoulders and tried again. "Or a bodyguard."
She winced sheepishly. "I can't help it."
"Try looking scared to death like Tyson instead," I suggested. Tyson just swallowed, his Adan's apple bobbing frantically. I patted his shoulder. "You'd rather come face to fang with a Hel-Blar, wouldn't you?"
"Hell, yeah. Way less scary than girls," he muttered. "

― Alyxandra Harvey , Blood Moon (Drake Chronicles, #5)