Counting the seconds in his head, Bishop felt and ever increasing urge to simply break Anise's door down. He contemplated following through on the idea when Anise fortunately opened the door to his summons. Her flushed cheeks weren't unusual to see, but her expression sent off warning bells in his mind. As normal as his maid was pretending to feel, her eyes were anything but what he had come to be accustomed to.
Growling softly, Bishop inwardly cursed upon seeing her glossy eyes, tears threatening to trail down her fair cheeks. Tears she was somehow keeping in check with an admirable and amazing willpower. It was both impressive and heart-breaking. Bishop clenched his fists, never intending to truly frighten the ebony haired girl, but he was swiftly losing control of his temper. Before she could retreat from him, the red head clasped his large hands on her shoulders, emerald eyes glaring into her glossy amethyst orbs.
"Bullshit." He hissed softly through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to shake his sweet maid. Why was she lying to him?! He could tell she had some truth in her words, but despite the snippets of reality, he noted with annoying clarity how evasive her behavior and answers were. It was maddening, insulting even, to have Anise still refusing to be honest with him.
"Why do you insist on lying to me? No matter how many little truths and half-truths you give me, you always hold back. Have I not made it clear I can tell when you lie? And still you lie to my face!" Bishop continued to seethe, eyes narrowed in frustration. Taking a few deep breaths in a vain attempt to calm his nerves, Bishop continued, speaking in a harsh whisper.
"Why can you not tell me anything? Dammit, I cannot do anything or protect you from the git if you don't tell me what the hell is going on! You've been acting odd and hiding even more than before. This is a far cry from nothing. Something is going on, and I want to know what." Bishop's voice finally lost some of it's edge, the male sighing in frustration. Something was clearly wrong, and he hated not knowing what it was.
"Have I not made it clear you are safe with me? Dammit Anise, if anyone else catches you like this they will force it out of you in a far worse way than me. Are you going to wait for that to happen?!" Bishop tried, finally releasing her shoulders from his hold. Letting his words hang in the air, he tried to collect himself, inwardly wondering why on earth he cared so much. Why was he this worried over the silly human?
It was only then he noticed her state of dress. He had been so focused on getting answers from her that he hadn't even realized his human was in her nightgown. White. It was a good color on her, and he noted how it fell down her body with satisfaction. Not bad. Had he been in better spirits, he'd have teased her and sought to elicit a reaction. As it was, he simply noted the detail in his mind, eyes soon returning to Anise's.