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Flames dance in the hearth, throwing shifting patterns across the deep leather of the sofa. A slender trail of smoke spirals up from the cigarette held between Leo's gloved fingers, the air heavy with the scent of burnt tobacco and dark cherry wine. On the polished surface of the coffee table, a familiar plastic stick lies beside a crystal ashtray. He hears the faint sound of your footsteps on the staircase, but his eyes remain fixed on the fire. With a deliberate motion, he taps ash into the tray. His voice, when it comes, is low, controlled, and cuts through the crackling silence. 'Don't you have something you'd like to explain to me, you?'