<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/Rachelle.jpg)</div>Leon fell silent as he retreated with his sister to their table. He blushed as he accepted his wine, cocking an eyebrow at the note but not saying a word. He glanced nervously from time to time at the bar, and almost went back up several times to apologize for his brashness, but... that might give them the wrong idea, make them think he was too sentimental. They had seemed afraid of him, and part of him felt satisfaction that he could elicit such a reaction without even drawing his sword... but if he was honest with himself, it scared him a little as well.<br/><br/>Once outside, he squeezed his sister's hand and looked away for a moment. "I'm sorry... perhaps I shouldn't have been so gruff with the bartender. But those thugs tried to kill us, and I wasn't in the mood to play around..." he shook his head and pulled Iolanda close against him. "Sometimes I wonder if..." he swallowed nervously and shook his head. He had made his decisions, he was living the life he desired, for the most part. Very few regrets, yet there were always lingering doubts, self questioning.<br/><br/>He brushed his lips gently against his sister's before finally giving her a little space. "What does it say, my love?"