"What makes you think that I---" It's instinct, a long held habit that makes him question anything and everything to do with homo superior when in regards to himself. Scott lowers his head for a few moments, trying to let some of the worry and stress evaporate like so much morning dew.

It doesn't work.

"I'd appreciate that, Miss Bishop. You," There is a pause for Dramatic Effect, "...can call me Scott, if you'd like."

But he's not going to smile - it's against his code, man.