"Unofficially." Léon said, hand making a little topsy-turvy motion. "A lotta guys come here on the weekend, cruising or whatever they call it." He explained, nodding over to a pair in a corner back towards the bar, far too close to just be friends chatting. "Come on, around here? Other place is for the school kids, this is where the grown-ups come to play." He shook his head, taking another swallow from his pint.
Léon cleared his throat a little. There wasn't much he was scared of, but Oceané was pretty much at the top of his list. "Yeah. But I'm not gay. I mean, did you see her legs? Wow. I mean, if I was single, I'd be there like a shot." Léon added, as a reassurance, squaring his shoulders. He might be blonde and his hair might be getting long but he was not a fucking cute pansy thing like Harry had behind the bar. In every sense of the phrase.
"Yes you're an auror, or yes you're up to your balls in boy trouble?" Léon asked, leaning back in his chair and looking the other man over again. "Léon, by the way." He said, in case it made the other feel better.