Bishop pinched the bridge of his nose as he picked himself up. "Yes, let's all go to bed. We can look forward to Dragon's new morph form tearing us all apart in the middle of the night." he said, being entirely pessimistic.<br/><br/><br/>"Master Bishop, please don't assume the worst like that..." Clarice pleads, a worried expression on her face. "Mr. Dragon could be okay, please have faith in him."<br/><br/><br/>"Hmmph." Bishop grunted, getting up and preparing for the night. "We'll see. We'll see."