"Oh, that." To his credit, Leon didn't flinch away when Andrei got even closer, as disconcerting as it was to have the vampire so near. He knew, rationally, that Andrei wouldn't kill him. There were creatures here that could and would keep a vampire like him in check. The Headmistress, for starters.
"No, could you refresh my memory?" He struggled to say, hands tightening on Andrei's wrists when the one around his throat got tighter. In reality, Leon knew exactly what Andrei was talking about. The clan name was one of the more well known ones coming out of Serbia. Or it used to be. Leon hadn't spent all his time at St. Margaret's being ignorant of the rest of the supernatural world around him. Some stories you just heard. But it was clear that this vampire hadn't done the same homework. Leon's father was supreme Houngan of Haiti, and that had blanketed New Orleans while they'd lived there.
All he had to do was survive this confrontation. As afraid as he was, Leon still saw this as Andrei posturing for his pride and trying to put him, a lowly human, in his place. Leon formed a circle with his thumb and forefinger against the skin of Andrei's arm. Vampiric strength was one thing, magic - or at least the appearance of magic - was another.