True to his word, at the end of his lecture, his office door was unlocked when you came. The clock struck eleven as you shut it behind you, eyes narrowed to adjust to the darkness of the room. After a moment of squinting and looking around, you came to notice Leon, sitting back rather casually on the couch on his office's couch with a glass of whiskey in hand.

"Sit," he said simply, nodding towards the coffee table before him as opposed to the couch. He spoke in that same low, velvet timbre that he taught in, sending shivers down your spine and commanding your obedience, to which you gave.