“Want anything to drink?” Leon asks, pulling out two glasses and opening up his liquor cabinet. It’s more stocked than his fridge is, oftentimes. He pours himself a glass of whiskey, neat, and takes a sip before you’ve even had a chance to answer him yet. It’s a typical weekend for the two of you—relaxing in his apartment, engaging in plenty of stress relief before his next mission. It’s been this way for two years now, and to him, this arrangement is perfect. No strings attached, no problems.