He cursed himself, annoyed that he was not in a more formal attire to greet the High Geisha. Let alone, she was going to wait for him. That was something that would never happen twice, of that much he was sure.<em>Damn it, how am I supposed to come back to her like this? Just go home!</em>he thought, but would never think of saying it to her face. He sighing and trudged into the inn. Looking over to the innskeeper, he smiled. "Hey bud, catch." With that, he tossed the coin purse to him. "I planned on staying here tonight, but it appears as though I have other plans. Just remember me, alright? In case I ever need to come back," he told the man who was dumbfounded, mouth agape.<br/><br/>Leon, having left the inn and was now heading back to Miss Hisoka, tucked the other coin purses snugly into his waistband. As he approached the High Geisha, bowing down, dropping to a knee. "My lady, you should not have had to wait on someone so petty as me, I apologize," he told her. Though bowing on a knee was something most prominent in Europe with their knights, Leon had never gotten the chance to live in his home countries own culture. This left him unfamiliar with the mass majority of its customs, but he made due.<br/><br/>"Please, forgive me," he asked, looking up into her eyes, capturing her beauty in full now. It was impolite to stare in Japan, but he knew not of this and found himself incapable of averting his gaze upon her. Despite his eyepatch, he could see all of her beauty, as if clearly radiated from her. Just as she was able to see through his killing spree and see the kind and gentle man he was.