"There shouldn't be a problem, right?" Selene repeated, her voice as light as a summer breeze, yet to Leo, it sounded like the closing of a vault door.
"N-no. No problem at all," Leo stammered, his brain currently performing the mental equivalent of an ancient windows blue screen of death.
"I'm practically a professional at... keeping people entertained. It's in my contract. Probably."
"Alright," Selene nodded. "Come, I will also introduce you to my daughter."
She reached out, her fingers hovering near his elbow as if she were afraid he might spontaneously combust if she touched him too hard.
"Walk slowly. I wouldn't want the air resistance to be too much for your lungs."
'Lady, I'm really not that frail. Can you stop treating me like I'm made of clay?' Leo shook his head lightly, but he still followed her.
