James, Leon, and open because this may get ugly
Leon stopped short when James moved in front of him. His fingers curled into fists as the powerful urge to hit the wealthy boy almost overcame him. Leon had stopped associating the urge to respond with violence as something he got from Andrei. He was of his sire and his sire was of him. They were linked and there wasn't a need to differentiate anymore.
Hitting James would be too easy, even as much as he deserved it. Leon didn't want to give him the satisfaction of saying he'd been attacked. He'd spin it somehow, probably already had plans in the work. Leon had learned not to ever underestimate James. His eyes darkened.
"I owe you nothing." Leon's voice was dangerously leveled. "You robbed me of almost everything. What more do you want?"