He looks at the bartender. "The lady would like a water." The man mutters something in french. He says back to him in french.  "Ne pas vous manquer de respect de la dame. J'ai entendu ce que vous avez dit. Je vais te botter le cul d'ici au royaume de venir si vous ne changez pas votre musique." (Don't you disrespect the lady. I heard what you said. I will kick your ass from here to kingdom come if you don't change your tune.) The man growls and shrugs. Setting the water down and going back to work. Leo looks back at her. And sees her looking at the statue. Puzzled by this. Was it possible someone else in this day and age believed like he did...that they were real? No it wasn't possible. He wasn't sure himself anymore. Between being beaten by his dad for daring to say so. He looks at her.<br/><br/>"My music is what the public wants. It doesn't satisfy the stirring within my soul." he says honestly. Looking at her. "I am not sure what to believe anymore." he says softly. "One thing that is sad...many nowadays don't even know their own language....greek." he sighs. And then out of curiousity takes her hand. Saying in greek to her. "Ã“pou af?tÃ³ pi?gaÃ­nei ... NiÃ³?tho? mia peripÃ©teia tha akolouthÃ­?soun." then again in ancient greek. "???? ???? ???????? ... ????? ??? ?????????? ?? ????????????." (Wherever this goes...I feel an adventure will follow.)