When she asked how he preferred to grant wishes and his face scrunched into one of thought. How did he prefer to grant wishes? If she had asked him that in the heavens he would say the reflecting pool and he never see reason to come to earth. Now his opinion of earth was changing and he had an important reason to come to earth. His grip tightened slightly around her waist as he thought of his lonely and sad past. Now he was with her, now he had his precious goldfish, and he could care less where he did his work so long as he was with her. His silent action of tightening his grip and moving his face gently against her neck was his silent way of communicating how he felt. A man of few words but many actions.

He continued to grant the wishes but found more joy in watching her reaction. He would normally just flick through all of them and be on his merry way but this time he was taking a moment to not only enjoy her reaction but the reaction of the goldfish he was helping. When she got out of his arm, he grabbed the nearby pen and began to write on the documents that they had completed with a skilled and practice hand in his elegant handwriting. 

Finishing his writing he waited for her, observing her actions. She was so beautiful and elegant despite her stumbling clumsy waves. But that didn’t bother him, he truly enjoys her and nothing was going to change that. His own cold heart had melted and he felt at peace even as he stared at her. When she settled back down she began to ramble on about going to a fancy formal party and Leon knew what was coming. 

Watching her closely, her face was bright red; she was embarrassed. Apparently going out on a date was a big deal to her. Tilting his head to one side, he watched her for a moment in silence as he continued to snap his fingers and filter through the wishes. When she finally looked up a smirk moved across his face and he tilted his head back, “Asking me, a god, out on a date? You’re brave for a goldfish ---- when is it? What time would I need to pick you up?”