Armand listened as he spoke, staying quiet even when it appeared that John was going to get very angry. He had the feeling this was something he needed to get off his chest. If the man was short with him it was understandable; after all, the demon was making his life hell, wasn't he? If he needed to vent angrily at someone Armand preferred it be him and not one of John's actual friends, though he supposed they would understand. But perhaps that was the problem. They might not actually understand, and he wasn't quite sure he did either. Still, if he would be able to help in any small way, even if it meant taking the brunt of an angry tirade, then that was what he would do.
"Then we should take every precaution we can. Not just your friends but those of us at the inn as well," he said. He shifted his umbrella slightly. "There may not be much we could do about a sniper, but there must be other threats. How would you propose we prepare ourselves for those? Aside from being armed, of course. I'm sure that is the most basic of precautions we can take." He watched John glance back at the graveyard. "You should not have to worry about us."