"Who's a good girl? Who's been a good little princess? Oh, she's a beaut, isn't she?" Aleister asked as he finished petting the hellhouse that Bobby could not see, only heart. She was the one watching over this place, he was determined to make sure Bobby didn't get out and nothing bad got in. He was being protective - he was sweet like that.

"Juliet, stay." The hellhound whined and Aleister sighed. "Be a good girl for daddy.!

With that, he shut the door on the hound and turned to Bobby, grinning. "Fancy a whiskey and a chat, mate?"