[... well. even if there was another cat in the Grove, it'd be hard to mistake the sound of an actual lion scratching at the door. He's tempted to just ignore it, but he can almost feel the depth of those scratch marks on his door. Ugh...

After only a minute, the door creaks open—again, it's Leon, so he knows better than to try and tell him to shoo, he'd just push his way through anyway. He lets the miniature lion inside, clicking the lock shut behind him.]

I thought Elsword said he moved...? Ah, whatever. It's not like it matters...

[Leon is Leon, so none of this is all that surprising. Add sighs, sitting down his bed. He's finally gotten his room cleaned, at least, so it's not a mess anymore. The bed looks a little too made, like he's falling back into bad habits.]

What do you want this time? Go back to your master if you want treats, I don't have any on me.