"Don't worry," Leon said plainly without avert his gaze from his journal. It was densely filled with scribblings which looked like a bizarre hybrid of Cyrillic and Norwegian. He signed the bottom of the page [i]Leon Osiris Roth[/i]. When he looked up, he greeted Aeria with a warm smile. "I swear, I'm not going to attack you or anything. I just want to explain what you saw and ask your for a favor. Pinkie promise and all that."

Leon hopped off the table and took an empty seat, waving her over. It was less likely to draw attention if he were to explain things here. "So..." Leon started, taking off his gloves slowly. He took the time to undo his cuff-links and rolled back his sleeves slightly, all with his right hand, revealing a deep scar running from along the center of his left wrist, a circular scar going around his right forearm. "They don't stop there either, but it'd be rude to take off my shirt in front of a girl I hardly know. Though there is.." Leon brought a hand up to his long golden hair, pulling aside his hair enough to show his right ear. The top half of it missing completely. "Anyways... with you being the first person ever to see any of my scars, I just felt like I should say something. I just don't want it to get out that I'm covered in scars, or how I'm missing part of my one of my ears, or that my left arm is paralyzed. I mean, if I can't properly heal myself, how can anyone trust in me to heal them?" Leon adjusted himself in his seat and leaned forward slightly, his elbows pressing into his knees.

"Sorry to lay all this onto you, really." Leon said with a sigh, "And sorry to put you on your guard." Leon sat up slightly, beginning to unroll his sleeves. He slid the cuff-link that resembled a rod with a snake wrapped tightly around it into his left sleeve and pulled on his leather glove, concealing his hand once more. "If you have anything you want to say or any questions, please share. I won't be going anywhere for awhile," Leon quietly chuckled as he began the challenge of trying to get his cuff-link back into his right sleeve, not having a left hand to take care of the job.