"The Iron Bull" Gabriel smiles at the name. A lot of images come to mind with that name, none of which he assumes is correct, but each equally amusing. It seems like Cole used to run with a very interesting crew. "Sounds like a friend I'd like to have. Hot chocolate is an excellent choice."

He glances back over his shoulder at Cole, smiling down at the wide brim of the hat. "But I'll have the honor of introducing you to the beauty of the mini-marshmallow."

When he opens the door, Scout looks up from his water dish and trots over to excitedly investigate the new person in the room. "This is Scout," Gabriel says fondly, "he's a terrible guard dog."