a well built shibe floats in front of the person that requested his help. he looks with his right eye, since his left is scarred. his presence carries a feeling of authority, and also serenity "so you're the one that accepted my request. i don't even remember how long ago i made it..." his voice was low, but had a sense of peacefulness in it. he shuffles his collar around a bit "anyway...from here until you cancel this contract, i will be your personal stand. i wish to serve you greatly"