With that one comment, all of Leon's previous cockiness disappeared like snow to the sun. "I... I'm sorry, master," he whimpered like a struck dog, turning to his master. "I-I-I didn't mean to make you look bad. Please forgive me..." In between his slightly bent knees, his arms being in a defensive position slightly in front of his abdomen and generally scared posture, it seemed as if the guy had literally shrunken. Sure, he was technically immortal now, but only by GM's grace -- that was one thing that Leon's broken mind still understood. Not to mention that, with GM's shown powers, who's to say that the being wouldn't be able to make some kind of torture room where Leon would die a painful death, then respawn only to die again? This one lucid thought sent a shiver down the already shaking boy's spine, absolutely nothing being left of the asshole that he was mere moments ago.