A deep resounding laugh came from deep in Leon’s chest at the report that Kyyre had given, rather proud of himself. If he looked as though he had been running laps, that meant he had been having fun. In their closeness, Leon could see the pearlescent nature of Kyyre’s eyes, the slight difference from pink catching in the light and taking dominance when it hit at just the right angle.

That was when it struck him. Was his entire line like this? Pale and reserved to the point of nervousness. He hoped not, then again. If they were as..skittish as Kyyre, that did make the job of getting him on the throne a whole lot easier. Andromeda could make quick work of weak minds, if that didn’t work Leon could always slip into through an open window and deliver a more permanent fix.

“Not terrible.” He repeated, leaning to the side, Leon flashed a more devious version of his smile before he gripped Kyyre’s arms tightly. His voice lowered into a rumble of a sound. Letting his claws dip into his flesh just enough to poke, using the grip to spin them. He sent them twirling rather happily, outpacing the pairs beside them by a mile.

When they came to a halt, Leon’s hold softened and he was leaning down, head close to Kyyre’s with his smile still in place. “Perhaps you should try this side then?” He all but whispered, hushed as their proximity would allow it, Leon’s torso creating a shadow over the pair of them before he leaned back.

With a flex arm, Leon gave Kyyre a long lashed wink, the red tattoo under his eye crinkling at the moment. Then, in a quick movement he span Kyyre towards the next person in line with a brash chuckle of amusement. In their spinning, he had halted them in switched positions. It was worth a shot seeing if Kyyre was actually try to enjoy this, or if he came back to Leon looking like a deer in headlights. If the latter ended up happening, Leon wasn’t a cruel man, he would take him away from the overwhelming environment. No point in damaging the man more than he appeared to be already in the confidence department.

A short puff that resembled a sigh was her only reply for a long moment, only jerked out of her thoughts by Astrid’s comment on Leon. She was watching as her companion took Kyyre and sent them circling, outpacing those around them. A quick smile landed on her lips and she cocked her head back around towards Astrid, eyes glittering with a slightly sick looking joy.

“My pet?” Followed by an abrupt bleat of laughter. “If he heard you say that, he would have his hands around your neck quicker than you could say woof.” Towards the end of her statement, there was a darker shadow to her eyes before Astrid made the quick pivot towards his convincing. Leon was not a stupid man. Not at all. He was just a creature leashed to his own impulsivity. Nibrook was a strong and overwhelming force of the continent, their numbers alone were enough of a threat to other kingdoms that everyone was always trying to pander to them. Though Nibrook never made alliances, for that very reason. They didn’t know who was going to stab them in the back, Leon and Andromeda were going to change that.

The issue was, at this point in time, there was only pretty words. Other than promises of protection and cooperation, what else could she offer him? There was no chance Andromeda would give up land or her own throne to this man.

“There’s no point dancing around the subject. What is it you want from me as this proof? What I’m offering is only words until the tournament begins, then after it is over we can begin our fun.” With that, Andromeda finished off her whiskey and slid the now empty crystal glass down the counter where the suited bartender scooped it up. Her lips parted in a satisfied sigh, flicking her gaze up to Astrid and allowing a smirk to contort her features.

“That, or when the tournament begins you’ll see that you’ll be protected. Or that you won’t be, been as you think this is some elaborate ploy to kill you.” A sarcastic chuckle tainted her words.

“If I wanted to kill you, it would have been before tonight. It would have been in your chambers, alone. Not out in the open, I’m not one to make a spectacle of myself. At least not one that involves sullying myself with your blood.” Andromeda leaned into the more teasing side of the conversation, perhaps that was the way to go with this. He seemed less inclined to bite her head off now, if she could keep this conversation going maybe he would become a little bit more pliant.