[ Bones deflates at the explanation—well, dammit, now he's gotten worked up over nothing. Oh, well, it's not the first time and it won't be the last. He listens to Lockwood explain, because he feels he's owed an explanation, frankly, and it's clear by the end of it that the situation had been handled. Certainly a bit of a faux pas to scold a youngblood as well-known as Lockwood, but Bones doesn't discriminate on his scoldings, so he'd be a hypocrite to complain. Too much. ]

So you got chewed out, huh?

[ Bones very nearly smiles at that. He doesn't even bristle at the use of his annoying nickname. That's respect, right there. ]

I get it. Woods is showin' promise, and Argent's got a good head on his shoulders. Might last longer if they aren't chewing out their elders in front of an audience.

[ He chuckles, shaking his head—mostly because he is not one to give praise, and if Lockwood ever tells either of them that Bones said as much, he might wake up with a knife in his bed. Still, it's Classic Gold Court nonsense, to get yelled at by people from the Silver Court and think "boy, Dr. McCoy could help these kids." At least it had been Lockwood and not Yendar. Yendar would've made big damn show of it, damn drama queen. ]

Anybody ever tell you you're a big softie, Lockwood? Gold Court's gonna take your badge if they find out you didn't flip on 'em.

[ That's distinctly untrue, but Leonard loves generalizations. Just can't get enough of em. ]