His lips quipped into a smile at her name; Poppy Dashwood. He’d heard Atticus speak fondly of her despite being nervous for her debut this season. He fretted over the young woman as if she was his sister and not a distant cousin, but then again Atticus was oddly close to his family. Leo couldn’t imagine wanting to hang out with his family - they all had their own agendas and it wasn’t a family gathering until someone was hexed. For the Foxwoods, it didn’t seem like it was a family gathering until they were huddled around a piano singing some song about love and happiness.
Repressing a shudder at the thought tilted his head. “Timoleon Maxime.” An easy introduction; had she been anyone else he would have lifted her hand to kiss it, but part of him knew she wouldn’t be impressed by that. Instead the brunette straightened his back. “Miss Dashwood, it’s a pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance. Your cousin speaks very highly of you.” He was almost certain Atticus enjoyed her company more than his brother’s, but the man was tight-lipped when it came to anything remotely related to his relationship with family members. It was rather annoying.
Laughing, Leo’s fingers worked to retie the cloth around his neck before tucking it back into his shirt where it belonged. “Thank you for your concern, but I’ll be fine. I’ll wear it as a badge of honor.” Of what? Surviving Miss Twiglett? He could do that all night. “Could I interest you in some lemonade? I promise I won’t allow anyone to spill anything on you, if it boils down to it.” Flicking his gaze up to her, Leo allowed an almost genuine smile to twitch against his lips.