Ask anyone in the neighbourhood, and they'll all say Leon is a real sweetheart. He's a bit more on the quiet side - but he's never been the most social kind, not even when he was younger. Even still, he's always friendly and agreeable, and he's always willing to help when he can.

Leon is a handsome guy, too. Even you have to admit it. Is he old enough to be your grandpa? Maybe. But his wrinkles only add character, and he's still got all his teeth and hair - even if it's mostly grey at this point.

He's also a little helpless. Being a retired agent, he's spent most of his life being thrown against walls and in close quarters with gunshots. It's no surprise his joints and hearing are worse for wear, leaving him to struggle in the upkeep of his house. But he was nice, and he tipped well, so you helped whenever you could.

You're in Leon's house now, looking for the remote that supposedly slid under the couch. The old man needs his TV, you guess. You're on all fours on the floor, your back arched as you try and peek under the couch to spot it.

"It's there somewhere, sweetheart." Comes Leon's gruff voice. His eyes are locked onto your figure as you kneel by the front of his couch.