Well, he's had worse than rats crawling on him at times, so he just tries to mind where he steps as well as he can. As he darts past Liir and the big guy, he lets one hand brush against the back of the other boy's neck, locating any possible damage caused by the punch and transferring it, only wincing slightly at the dull pain of it.

The important thing is that the big guy doesn't receive backup right now, so Luvander heads for the smaller of the two, treating him to his very friendliest grin as he firmly places himself in between him and the scuffle between the two others. "How about we hang back a bit, nobody likes a busybody much." He's still holding the knife like an afterthought, not really threatening unless he has to use it.