Bull nods. "Solid idea, make people underestimate you. Want me to help out with that? Could be fun, as long as you promise to keep that sword sheathed." He can't help but grin there, but the which isn't what I usually say to people does stay inside his head. Until and unless he's sure he trusts this guy, it still feels a little safer to keep him curious, not give him any more clues than he's already got.

"Might want to wait un-" He grimaces as thunder interrupts him, ears pressed flat to his head again until it's done, and when he goes on his voice has a frustrated, growling undertone to it. "Until this shitting storm's over, though, unless you want to keep getting wetter."