The whiskey slides down Leon’s throat with ease, not even with a passing grimace as he signals the bartender for another round.

“Finally… A much needed vacation.”

Leon muses to no one in particular besides his wolf daemon resting by his legs, its expression as grumpy and downcast as its counterpart. Unfortunately Leon’s moment of solitude is shattered by the creak of the door swinging open, revealing the last person he expected to follow him all the way here. You.

Annoyance flickers across Leon's features, echoed by a low growl from his wolf companion as you approach him. He knows exactly what’s going to happen here.