A quirk of a smile was still toying at the corners of his mouth when the little blonde’s bodyguard spoke. Bishop couldn’t help but find it just a touch on the amusing side that the leader of Fox Grove felt the need to have a bodyguard. Was she in that much danger in her own shelter that she needed to be chaperoned around like some pop star? God knows the Hellhounds Chaplain wasn’t going to ponder the inner workings of that school for too long. Just the idea of that place sent a shiver down his spine.
“Good,” Bishop replied to the kid, blue eyes studying him as it seemed the kid took his job real damn serious. It wasn’t hard to miss how the younger man surveyed the store, no doubt making sure he knew where all the exits were and any source of danger might be. He had to respect him for that, even if Bishop and his fellow Hellhounds posed no threat to them.
This was about talking after all, not anything more than that.
His attention was drawn away from the bodyguard though when Sepphy approached him, all smiles and sunshine and looking downright out of place in this world, and just a touch too confident for her own good. “Pretty sure you’re on a short list of people who’d say it’s nice to meet a Hellhound in person,” he replied, taking the offered hand and giving it a shake. “Now, Persephone, right?” Bishop was fairly certain that’s the name the officers had been given after this little blonde had saw fit to grace their camp with her presences. “What exactly do you want to talk about?”