Freya nodded at the mention of his name, before picking up a toothpick, placing it between his lips. He liked to nibble on things, the boy. Especially while listening in to such long-draught conversation when a simple 'Yes, I am X' would work well. But he supposed not everyone was like him, so he feigned interest with a smile that, while fake, seemed genuine enough. He had to learn how to blend in long time ago. [color=bc8dbf]"Leon, huh. Leo. Lion. [i]Løve.[/i][/color] Freya muttered lightly to himself while idly listening to him. So, he's named after a lion, is he?

[color=bc8dbf]"Hmm? Yes, thing went well. Though I still have no idea wht I am supposed to do here. Or why me, exactly.[/color] He shrugged, he knew that he was an anonaly in this place. He couldn't use magic, he had no interest for it neither, and he had no practical skills outside of his marksmanship. And from what he knew, guns were frowned upon here. Freya frowned at the mention of various magic things, like Designer Babies and homunculus. He had no idea what that even was.

[color=bc8dbf]"Mmh, I'm sure everything will be fine.[/color] He concluded at last while chewing on his toothpick, the wooden splinter softly soaked in spit before falling apart. Bringing out his lipstick, he began reapplying it to the withered spots on his lips, atleast taking care of one self was important.