Leon frowns on reflex when Trevor waves his middle finger and curses after the guards. The moment passes, though, and after Trevor pans himself inward to fold his arms, Leon leans forward and into the light. He looks the same as he had in the portrait of the Belmont Hold. Strangely dignified, despite his lame little arcana tunic. That's fine. It doesn't knock him points, since Trevor has to wear one too.

"They didn't tell me anything either, so I had to gather it from the others. Some of us have been here for about two months now." Leon is newer and thankful for that, but the fact still remains. Trevor's comment about the castle lands, and with an understanding deeper than he even realizes, the blonde shakes his head.

"Hopefully no night creatures in this one."