( well, espionage has very thoughtfully not tried to bite him. if it's tried, he has managed to avoid the rampant infection. Leon is fine at wearing a suit and looking scary. even better of he's dropped in a unmarked location with a single hunting knife and a first aid spray. he does some of his best work like that! blending in with normal human beings? yeah, no, he's no good at that these days.
he's a little annoyed, to have so thoroughly bombed his first attempt at it. he didn't want the job, sure, but he doesn't like feeling inept. even worse that Ada managed to witness it. it's nothing like the parlor in the castle, where he was in his element. step for step, or at least, close enough that he'd managed to surprise her into getting the momentary upper hand. nothing close to it now, he'd have been kicked out, cover blown, if not worse if it were not for Ada Wong.
it is difficult to bite his tongue as long as it takes them to get to his hotel room. if he actually has to bite the inside of his cheek to maintain his silence, it is thankfully his little secret. ) It's how the missus likes it, ( he says wryly. and maybe a little smug. since the girl at the front desk is entirely certain that Ada is his wife, it's especially pointed. that's all Ada gets out of him before while he canvases the small but luxurious accommodations, even checks the bathroom. nothing. or, at least, nothing blatantly obvious. )
Well? ( Ada will know better than he ever could if they're free to talk. or, free enough that he can start up some burning questions, like what she's doing here, how she knew his cover story, and what that ring is all about. )
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Date: 2025-02-04 05:29 am (UTC)he's a little annoyed, to have so thoroughly bombed his first attempt at it. he didn't want the job, sure, but he doesn't like feeling inept. even worse that Ada managed to witness it. it's nothing like the parlor in the castle, where he was in his element. step for step, or at least, close enough that he'd managed to surprise her into getting the momentary upper hand. nothing close to it now, he'd have been kicked out, cover blown, if not worse if it were not for Ada Wong.
it is difficult to bite his tongue as long as it takes them to get to his hotel room. if he actually has to bite the inside of his cheek to maintain his silence, it is thankfully his little secret. ) It's how the missus likes it, ( he says wryly. and maybe a little smug. since the girl at the front desk is entirely certain that Ada is his wife, it's especially pointed. that's all Ada gets out of him before while he canvases the small but luxurious accommodations, even checks the bathroom. nothing. or, at least, nothing blatantly obvious. )
Well? ( Ada will know better than he ever could if they're free to talk. or, free enough that he can start up some burning questions, like what she's doing here, how she knew his cover story, and what that ring is all about. )