Ash raised a brow at her, “And what is this Bebop?” He canted his head softly to the side, watching her with an amused smile on his face. He laughed again, “No, I’m not the space creature that bit Jet. I’m nothing more than a man.” He lifted a broad shoulder, smiling a little over at her.

His brows quirked up again, and he chuckled. “No, not from Mars. I’m from Earth as well.” Another smile pulled up his lips as she performed an accidental ballet. He could grow fond of being here, of the people here. So many of them had already soothed his weary soul, and he didn’t know if he’d be able to turn his back on them. Damn him and his soft heart. He shook his head at her again, “No, as far as I know there isn’t any bounty on my head right now. I could be wrong though.” He didn’t like having to look down at her, so the god crouched down with hands hanging between his knees.

“I’m Acheron, but you may call me Ash if you like. What is your name?” He asked, tilting his head to the side with a smile.