"... The name is Leon, Mr. Black. A refugee from Fabletown just like the rest that attend tonight's festivities. If you wish to discuss business now, I'm afraid I must decline. You can stop by my shop later, and we'll talk then," Leon added curtly, obviously offended by the black dressed man. It was one thing to question him, it was another to doubt his word. Surely the word of one who would willingly subject himself to death is beyond reproach? Either way, Leon felt it was time to draw this conversation to a close, "Enjoy the rest of your evening, Mr. Black."

	With that, Leon would turn his back abruptly on the man and return to the party at large. He wasn't attending tonight's event to be badgered about the contents of his larder. Instead, he turned back to the socialites, the people to which he felt more accustomed. Black held his own... 'Charm', but that quickly wore thin on Leon's nerves. Now attempting to save the appeal of tonight's event, Leon found himself searching for any new form of entertainment. and how quickly it was found.

	Had the man been up close, he might not have seen it; but from the outside looking in- it was as plan as day. A rather familiar fable was making rounds amongst the crowd, his deft hands providing not even a subtle hint of his theivery- or at least to those that were not paying attention. It was when the man paused, that Leon would approach him from the flank, "Hello, Robin, enjoying tonight's festivities? Anything [i]'interesting'[/i] that caught your eye recently?" Leon spoke pointedly, though with a tone that resembled more amusement than anything else.