The sort of fiend that Zerxus usually fights would be staggered by the flare of protective radiance. For Bruce, it probably tickles a little.

Zerxus turns his head to arch an eyebrow, trying and failing to smother the fondly amused smile. That's easier when he gets his answer and rolls his eyes.

"Good to know I count as valuable goods." Being sassy is important, okay, but also he is blatantly stalling. "...I'm sending three of them. One to a leader, one to a captain."

Eaedalus, who went damn near seamlessly from mayor of Cathmoira to head of their makeshift community; Amara, a paladin of the Everlight they met years later. She's one of the major reasons he's comfortable leaving them for this long.

Then, very quietly, "One to my son."