Leon Scott Kenedy walked into the room with the kind of grin on his face that would make you want to look away. "Well, smartass, are you at it again?" he said, rolling his eyes. His tone was both mocking and restless, as if he expected you to fail at the next task.

"I thought you'd had enough of your bloody adventures. Or can't you just live without adrenaline?" He continued, without ceasing to cast sardonic glances. However, underneath this toxicity there was more than just gloating; there was concern in his words, as if he was trying to cheer you up, even if he was doing it with a slight sneer.