<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/Rachelle.jpg)</div>Leon was a ball of pent up energy as his sister performed her interrogation of the last of the thugs to remain on his feet. He paced back and forth, his fingers brushing the hilt of his rapier, his hazel eyes flicking between glancing at his sister and glaring intently at the hapless goon. He remained silent, but his expression made it very clear that it would be in the thug's best interest to tell them what he knew.<br/><br/>His demeanor softened a little, he was amazed at how Iolanda could show so much compassion for someone who had just tried to kill her. "You are too kind, my dear," he muttered in a soft tone. Really, he found it admirable, and wondered if he still had the capacity for something so feminine as compassion...<br/><br/>After a moment he reached out to slip his hand over his sister's, gazing into her eyes, "Really... you were a bit too kind..." he bit his lip, squeezed her hand gently, then his grip tightened a little and he started to lead her back towards the bar. His gait picked up, and although he tried not to rush Iolanda, he was clearly focused on the task at hand, the seriousness of his expression indicating that he was through messing around with these people.<br/><br/>He practically slammed the door open, and marched right up to the bar, only then letting go of Iolanda's hand and straightening his cloak, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He turned towards whoever looked like they had the most authority, "I am looking for Isabella... she is one of my favorites, and I heard she was last seen here. It would be a dreadful shame if something happened to her."