[ there's no more aggression at all, now that he's no longer naked and being attacked. serpico mostly just looks confused by what bolin's saying. ]

Hm.

[ a small noise in thought as he looks down. serpico finishes buttoning up his shirt before sitting up straighter, posture nice and proper as he turns to bolin. he still looks a little puzzled, but he speaks plainly, calmly: ]

Whatever the circumstances, I'm afraid I'm not able to stay here. I serve with the Holy Iron Chain Knights of the Holy See, and must return to St. Albion as soon as possible. My commander will be quite cross if I'm missing for long. If compensation for my stay and for these clothes is an issue, I serve the Vandimion family and am able to promise repayment soon.

[ it's not often that he tries to wield fancy titles and names to get anything done, but it seems worth a try here. and also ... he watches closely to see if bolin responds to any of those names. a reaction, or lack thereof, will tell him just how far he is from familiar grounds, and thus how hard it will be to get back to where he belongs. ]