Leon raised his index finger in silent protest as the man drank Clair's drink, leaving the coffee to freeze on the counter.  "Uhh... sir...  that's not... exactly...  the..."  Leon sighed in defeat.  "Never mind."  That one was a five-dollar deduction from his paycheck!  "I'll just make another."  Soon, the man had placed the cup back on the counter, but before Leon could even collect it, Claire just had to enter the café at this exact moment!  Without pause, the blue-eyed maiden sauntered towards him as she extended a five-dollar bill to him.  Apparently, she thought that the cup still had some contents in it.  "Terribly sorry, Clair!"  he apologized before collecting the cup, and rising back to the counter.  "S-someone...  mistakenly drank it two gulps.  I-I will...  just make another one, I swear!"  the lion grinned before collecting the bill, and giving out the change.  "It'll be a lot more special, I promise.  On a Lion's Honor!"  the lad grinned, placing his right hand on his chest.  Then, he turned to the man next in line, greeting him with a jolly 'good morning to Wi-Hi, dear customer'.  But, the grin was wiped off as he began to piece the man's identity back again.  

It was him.  The Murderer from the Isles.

A myriad of possibilities, of choices flashed into his mind.  Most of those choices involved summoning his shovel, and smashing it down on the murderer's face, and make that wrong-drinking-licking-guy also glide his tongue over this murderer's cold, dead torso.  But, violence might backfire on him now.  A lot of the people here were, more or less, empowered people.  Heck, even the Muffin Witch was there!  And, even Clarice.  He saw her wings of ice before, but, now, she had no idea that he had the gravedigger's powers with him.  As far as Leon was concerned, he intended for the blue-eyed maiden to never know his real ability.

"Good morning, and welcome to Wi-Hi!"  Leon greeted Raze with a grin.  "So, what can I get you for you, [i]Raze[/i]?"  Oh, he remembered his name pretty well from that woman in the alley.  "We have a new set of coffee that just arrived from Brazil.  We like to call it as 'Death's Wake Up Call'.  It will really smack the living shadows out of you.  Also, we have another one known as 'Shovel to Your Face', and it's an Arabica brew that will snap you out of your misery,"  Leon suggested, pointing to a newly delivered sack of coffee beans.  "Your misery of drowsiness and coldness, I mean."

As he gave Raze a few minutes to...  'think about it', Leon got to work on whipping up the same order for Clarice.  Good thing, he didn't keep the ingredients yet as it shaved off a lot of preparation time.  After a while, he finished the Zombie Cure, and handed it to Clair with a grin.  "A Lion's promise, with a side of French Toast."  he handed the set to her, taking his time to look into her eyes, if only to prolong a distant memory.  "I like your eyes,"  he suddenly covered his mouth with his two hands (he'd cover it with a third one if he had one; his ghouls would also cover his mouth for him).  "Uhmm... err...  I mean...  you know..."  he stammered, lost for words.  "Uhmm...  did you know that coffee is good for looking young?  Okay, enjoy your drink!"  In a flash, Leon bolted for the counter before his face got any redder than it already is.  It was good that Raze's face instantly wiped out any emotion other than anger.

"So,"  Leon composed himself.  "What poison would you like to order today?  And, by poison, I mean a drink.  You know... metaphors... and all..."  he eyed the man carefully and with extreme prejudice.  Was he here to kill someone again?

[@DFA][@TheWinchester4]