The man’s words are a comfort, even if Bishop is of the opinion you can never be too careful. You met all sorts out on the streets of Austin, and he personally did not to have to report that it was his dumbass call that had put a dangerous man in the same vehicle as Adelaide. He had no doubt that if Adelaide was injured in anyway, Rodeo would be seeking him out and having more than just words with him.
“On that you and I agree,” he replied after the man clarified that he didn’t hurt women. The Hellhounds were vicious and brutal, but the did not hurt women, an unwritten rule among their crew. “And if it’s all the same to you, I’ll believe that last part when I see it.”
If Bishop had been watching Adelaide and been aware of the things she was observing, he’d probably have just told her to join the ranks of everyone else who are observant enough to notice the sparks that are always flying between himself and Teagan. They’re like a downed powerline, the way they snap and crackle.
Now he is looking at her though, and he lifts a brow when it seems Adelaide is keen on trusting this man, though he cracks a bit of a smirk when she mentions disarming him. “No, darlin’, disarming him is the route I would have taken,” his expression softens in response to her smirk and he’s chuckling, shoulders shaking while he replies. “While I’m sure you’re mighty capable, I think it’d be best if you took that big ass truck of yours and I take my bike back.” And as if the emphasis his point he catches the roar of an engine, no doubt Teagan returning to their ragtag group.