The lord was being very outgoing, in Leonard's opinion. The vast majority of the nobility that he knew, which while wasn't significant compared to Andrew was still quite a bit compared to most of Britain, stuck to formalities even with their closest circles. They were typically too terrified to even give any secrets away about their own lives and their families. Leonard was surprised, to say the least.
"There's miscreants no matter where you go," Leonard commented with a small smile. He requested one of the Wynn drivers to drive them to a local British pub that he rather enjoyed. It would be interesting to see if anyone recognized Andrew there, but Leonard knew the clientele rather well. They were very discreet and respected each other's personal and private lives. "I suppose let's just say I'm searching for someone, and my own resources tracked her near this area. The trail ends there, I'm afraid, so until I can pick up something else, here I am."
He shrugged at Andrew's question, not at all bothered by it. "I do. Mine's...rather talkative, especially as of late. Seems to be a bit of a fire expert, and he gets rather annoyed at all the attempts at arson around here lately." Leonard was used to it by now. Besides, he'd gained interesting reflexes with having a general inside of his head.
When the driver pulled up in front of them, Leonard motioned forward for Andrew to enter first. "Well, shall we?"