“Each to their own, I suppose,” the passive replied with a shrug, still displaying his disapproval. He was no stranger to illicit drugs, or the more socially accepted once, for that matter. Leo had spent enough time seeking escape, but weed was not something he had tried, admittedly. He liked his supplier: efficient, reliable and, most importantly, discreet. It helped matters that he knew what he was getting, and the effects it would have on his body. “No, I have not had the, ah, joy of trying that particular substance.” The one suggested he had no intention of trying it with her.
But if she wanted to think of him as a green little lad, then so be it. After tonight, there was a high chance they would never see each other again, and Leander saw no point in giving her a full picture of his life. If anything, he pondered, it helped him somewhat to have the girl make her judgements, thus underestimating him. He had a youthful innocence about him. Coupled with the Viendan accent, he must have seemed sorely out of place in this world. An easy target, perhaps? It was no lie that Leo could not hold his own in physical combat but, thus far, he had been lucky enough to count the number of violent confrontations on his fingers. His quick and calculating mind would see him past such barbarian outcomes.
Ah, but the pretty little thing was not as air-headed as he had initially assumed. She took his compliment for what it was. Refreshing, but also frustrating - Leander had no desire to work for his prize tonight. “When the mood suits,” he replied, an easy smile playing on his lips as the pair began to walk. “You wound me, sweet Aziza. I am nothing if not a gentleman.” But the tone remained light and playful. The tips of his fingers tracing a meaningless pattern on the small of her back, pointedly not venturing further south.
They weaved between buildings and milling people, Leo using the placement of his hand to effortlessly steer the young woman beside him and he took the well trodden path. There wasn’t a single drinking establishment in the harbour that couldn’t say Leander was a regular of. He liked variety, after all, but he had his favourites, and he was better behaved in some. This was one such tavern. “Sounds like an exciting life,” the passive murmured as he pulled the door to swing open and allowed Aziza inside first. To him, it sounded anything but - did the woman have no sense of purpose? “Anaxas its charm, but it is true most find it rather unappealing.” Leander smiled wryly as he pulled out a chair for the exotic lady before taking his own seat.
“I’ve lived here for the best part of a decade,” the passive admitted, the smile still plastered into place, yet never quite reaching his eyes. “/It is my home, for my sins. However you are not wrong: despite the years, I haven’t quite bought into the culture.” He glanced over to the bar, quick to shift the conversation. “I recommend the duck, it will awaken you to tastes you never dreamed possible.”