Toward the Lion's Den
Leon looked at the hand that was being offered to him for a moment his eyes were fixed on it. He did not look away his gaze was steady, on the offered hand of Leon.
The moment went on for a bit. It was not uncomfortable just slow, like he was thinking about the man standing in front of him and what he was doing. The man with hair waited calmly his fingers were not tense his hand was out and it was clear he was a person who did not feel like he had to show off. There was power in him but he was not trying to show it. It was there a part of the man, with red hair.
Leon finally took the hand. The grip of Leon was firm. It felt like Leon was standing on ground. This was Leons way of answering the challenge that was never really said loud. For a moment neither Leon nor the other person tried to be in control. It was Leon and the other person recognizing each others strength. Leon and the other person were, like two people who understood each other.
