Unwarranted Confidence
Leonel sent a casual glance over. There was no one capable of sneaking up on him, not among these people. He had already seen through them long ago.
It was a man—a Demon, rather. But he looked quite human aside from the purple scale on his forehead and the horns on his head. Even with this, though, he looked absolutely immaculate, reminding Leonel a lot of Elthor in that way. Neither were human, but both seemed to meet the aesthetic in ways human men could not.
Leonel looked down at the slender fingers grabbing his arm. The grip was light if it could be called a grip at all. It was more like a pat.
"Do you need something?" Leonel asked.
The Demon smiled, "my name is Thorne."
"You didn't answer my question," Leonel replied.
Thorne chuckled. "I think this has gone on for long enough, don't you think? You've already vented your anger."
"Have I?"
Leonel asked, a smile spreading across his face.