( It's hard to tell what this guy is thinking behind those shades. His tone gives away some of how he's feeling, and it's things he recognizes. That frustration that comes from being in a new place, having your world turned upside only to be thrown into the deep end before you can even get your bearings. It's disorienting, worrying, and the weight it puts on your shoulders fresh out of the gate is enough to drown you if you aren't careful.

So Leon understands the tension in his voice for what it is. )

I'd say that's all you have to worry about, but that'd be too generous for this place. ( No, he's learned not to trust anything here if he can help it. ) That's a good thing.

( The invitation it taken with a nod, following after Lighter. ) Can't say I blame you.

( Especially not when one of the first times he'd done anything here had been an encounter while trapped in a painting. A necessity to get out of that painted nightmare from home. ) Probably. There's some interesting types here, that's for sure.

( He tips his head in a nod at the introduction. Lighter. Not the weirdest name he's heard here but still different. A nickname, maybe? )

Leon. ( Once they reach the bar, he glances at the selection of drinks before briefly looking over his shoulder at some of the other guests. The ones that had been floating and falling. )

I don't know if you want to chance the champagne. But what's your poison?