"A good way," Leon repeated. While previous Leon's senses had been magically attuned, reading auras and energies, these physical ones were different and not necessarily bad. It was a trade off, but Leon was undecided yet if it was an even one.
He looked at Bert through his fingers, then raked his hands back through his cut hair. A large support group. Leon's bitterness and his temper was hedging at him again, and he wanted to shake off the idea that anyone there could help him. But even as he opened his mouth to say so, he knew it was a lie. Even before he was turned, he'd had help here. Ms. Hallowfen, Barclay, Ms. Menides and Mr. Pheres. Mickey. The tables had only shifted some going from voodoo to vampire.
"I will adjust," he nodded agreement, resting back against the stone wall with his arms crossing again over his middle. "There's nothing else to do but adjust."