"That would be a lot of time devoted to you and you alone." He remarked, shifting so that more of his weight was on one arm. The other he lifted, hesitantly letting it fall gently against Avery's flat stomach. "Maybe... later. Not right now. We're 'talking'."

"You disagree? That you are a bitch?" Leon smirked, "and if I told you out to persuade me, you'd be cheating."

It was good, though, that Avery kept his thoughts on French himself. He was rather fond of the French heritage he had. "It isn't all about kill and murdering. He did a lot of...mundane things. And most of it was just him complaining. So..." Plus, it was the private thoughts of his Uncle. Why should he want to share that with someone that would only drool over the dark magic of it all? Stupid.

"...Well, that is quite a list at least." He murmured, a bit surprised that he'd even gotten an answer. Especially one that included 'being tied up'. What if he just left Avery there? Gagged the rat bastard and walked off for days, what would the boy do then? "Good to know, I guess."

Reaching out though, he picked up Avery's sunglasses again. Slipping them on he pushed himself to his feet and stretched with a yawn. "I think I'll go find my nap elsewhere, though." He commented blandly, reaching down to pick up his bag, and the bottle. "See you."