Leon & Paxton & OPEN
Leon almost choked on his drink. The movie references were wasted on Haitian, as Leon had seen exactly zero of them, but the situations were so ludicrous, so stretched, so far from the truth and reality that Leon just stared at Paxton. He finally sighed and shook his head, disappointed. Whatever glimmer of truth behind the wall Leon had caught a glimpse of before was gone.
Whatever Paxton had to drink was not enough to get him to say what he meant. A lesser person would just give up. Cut their losses and go back to the promised smokey pictures of a dark haired ifrit being sent to his phone just then. The prey was on the run and the trail was getting cold. Time to call off the hunt. But Leon was just getting comfortable.
"Or... Papa demon forbids it and threatens older brother with the same banishment the younger has unless he can somehow put a stop to it." Leon's eyebrows came up again and he sipped his drink.