Paris: Arrival
Despite the nightmare, Wolfe had been acting well, actually. He went out of the airport still dressed to impress, wearing a sailor's attire, a beret, and a red neckerchief.
"You look like you're going to start rowing boats while singing about baguettes." Leon joked.
"Well, I might start singing about someone's long and hard baguette tonight~" Wolfe looked at him sultrily.
Leon pretended to blink innocently. "What does that suppose to mean?"
"Ugh, you're so slow, Leon Mo!" Wolfe wrapped his hand around his neck. "Let's have another rendezvous here in France. Get drunk all day, party, pass out from all the fun in bed..."
Leon hugged him back. "Sure, but.... That is if you're feeling alright now."
"Hmm? I am feeling alright, why wouldn't I be?"
Leon sighed. "Just making sure. I'm down for it, we could go sightseeing for a while then hop on a train to Lyon and go to Teddy's pub."