He had a strong urge to say “if” sworn to always be truthful to her but he stopped him self. It would be cruel and he was sworn to protect her so he finally nodded with an audible grunt not saying anything.<br/><br/>He might have told her again that he was her bodyguard and sworn to protect her, and he might have tried to explain that he could not but only if they were alone, he was a bit more free at times like that and spoke more freely but only by a little. But in the company of the servants he was as stiff as any well trained butler.<br/><br/>"I will my Lady" He finally spoke, slamming his mailed fist into the thick plating of his chest with a loud metallic *Tuhmb!* he had called her “my Lady” the first time the day he swore an oath to protect her in front of her lord father and the gathered court, that oath really menthe noting to him but the one he swore personally to her when she asked him how he felt later that day was the on he would honor. He swore on his blood and soul an oath he would newer brake.<br/><br/>He bowed again after seaming lost in taught for a while; he seamed to be a bit tired a strange look for Bear. And moved back to his position next to the door not visible anymore from the room. But he was their, their was no dough about that<br/>