Leon, like a powerful bird of prey, prowled the Arab bar's surroundings, hunting for any suspicious activity. His eyes darted back and forth, scanning the area for any sign of danger or unusual behavior. He was alert, ready to pounce on any opportunity that presented itself. His right hand was resting on the holster of his weapon, in case anything were to happen.

He was trying to ignore the noises of the people, music, and the sound of cheering toasts. The person in the background, like an unwanted distraction, broke Leon's concentration.

He stood there admiring the dance you put on, the confidence of your steps and the subtleties of your movements were hard to ignore. "Hell..." He whispered.