[For as much as a giant hellhound may not suit this teenage girl by all appearances, Leone Abbacchio himself probably doesn't look like the kind of man who should have an adorable looking blue pixie sitting on his shoulder. He's a tall man and fit as a fiddle, scowling constantly and generally giving off the "do not speak to me" vibe, yet his familiar seems so cute by comparison.

Well, who's to say what it all means. Abbacchio looking at her curiously, as if trying to get a read on her before looking out at their next task.]

So you wouldn't give a shit if it was spiders, huh? Well, good to know you're not that easily freaked out, then.

...You want me to go ahead? [It's instinctual. He'd prefer to keep someone younger than him out of harms way, especially since she looked like she's more suited for modelling than, say, actual combat.]