[The rich and powerful are always after the best, Bishop being invited was no difference. The host was trying to get him to become as his body guard, and while he's completely capable, that was all on paper. Truth is, he wanted Bishop for more nefarious purposes, but he wasn't interested and the only reason his invitation wasn't revoked were hopes he would change his mind.

Not that she needs to know any of that.

Bishop whispered into the gun again, the keywords being "trigger" and "silencer", and the cylinder change from blue to blood red. The waiter looked at him while trying his best to look defiant however, Bishop pointed to the side and pulled the trigger and the ground next to the kid head burst as something hit it while the gun let out a soft dull thud. Clearly, this isn't a water gun anymore.]

I'm only going to ask my questions once, and if I don't like your answer, I'm going to take a kneecap. If you lie, and I will know if you lie, I'm going to take a kneecap. If your answer sucks or I don't like it, guess what I'm going to do? That's right junior, I'm taking a kneecap. When I've taken both kneecaps-[He reaches into his coat and retrieves a jet black serrated combat knife.]-I'm going to take a finger, and just as a reminder, you have ten of those and I have a lot of questions. So.

[Bishop crouches then points the gun, as he promised, at the waiters right kneecap.]

Miss Nome, you may want to be somewhere else right now. This will not be pretty.