“Not a safe bar. The sort where other monsters are doing..questionable dealings. I serve the alcohol and make sure no one spills blood.” The bookstore was safe. At least from what Zander had gathered, a quaint place for the other Gargoyle. No trouble.
He understood the wariness of her demeanor. He wasn’t so quick to trust either, but he wanted Cinder to know she wasn’t alone and he would have her back. If she so wanted. Though he couldn’t help but return the very small smile. “There is a quaint little borough within town. Decent rent and a quiet neighborhood.”