The expression on the bishop's face froze, still, like an old fox already knew all the tricks like the back of his hand. The bishop immediately reacted with a smile, believing that Desmond had become greedy and was about to make some additional demands. It didn't really matter; Desmond had the strength to back up certain demands in the same way other holy knights got a lot more than it met the eye.
"I wonder what kind of offer that would be?"
The question was asked with a smile, beads, and numbers running through the bishop's mind, pondering how much he would be willing to satiate Desmond's greed; As long as Desmond was affordably priced, this task could be considered done.
For his part, Desmond smiled. However, from his lips came not a verbal response but a trail of condensed vapor that left a long path in the air. Although strange, this did not immediately arouse the suspicion, except for Erigard, who had previously seen this phenomenon.
