(oO his shirt and bra fell off?  I thought it was just a slash through the back.  :P)<br/><br/>"Aaah...would that I had some good men on hand."  he hovers in the air, not close enough to her for a sword strike, but certainly within range of a shotgun, his shield ready, and guitar still slung over his chest behind it.<br/><br/>"I guess I'm concerned.  I don't appreciate demons running around up here, killing people.  I think I want to know what's going on.  I really don't have the information to decide what to do with you, right now." his voice is almost laughing, but at the same time serious and hard with intent.