A tiny sort of thrill sent a shiver down Leonids spine. He attributed it to there possibly being a draft somewhere in the room. He had hardly even noticed the woman that was with the older man until she had scooted off. He felt guilty for stealing away her companions attention but not enough for him to stop the conversation.

"You do have the feel of someone that makes things fun," Leonid said in what he felt was a compliment. And there was something in the mans tone that had his intrigue deepening. As the man asked his name, Leo leaned in after a moment of thought. "Is it... safe to provide a name here? But my name is Leonid Fisk." He had no qualms about the man knowing his name but he didn't want to go announcing it to everyone around him just in case it wasn't.