Are they? [ openly questioning rokurou with a tinge of disdain in his voice, leaks has no time for games. no time for pleasantries or bullshit. yet there he is, still entertaining the daemon with a curiosity only being piqued by the strange mannerisms he's displaying. cats may be dumb, but he's... he's something else. not dumb.

he wrinkles his nose at the idea of someone owing him. and then he takes a step back at the bow. ugh. how troublesome. ]

I suppose if I need someone to taste things before I consume them... then you might be useful.

[ if there's an inkling, the barest glimmer of a smile on leaks' face, it disappears immediately soon after. in a way, rokurou's lucky that the magician is in such a mood; it could be considered merciful? perhaps even easily humored. ]

And you give your name out freely as if you are not in danger. [ why would he do that. ] So I suppose I should do the same. I am Leaks.