The daughter, whose name Leo still hadn't bothered to learn, was placed under the 'Problem Child' category by him.
The girl still stared at him with an expression that suggested she was currently tasting something very sour.
Leo, for his part, leaned back into the plush couch, having successfully avoided the most troublesome situation.
He felt a bit like a cat that had not only avoided being kicked out of the house but had somehow convinced the owner to serve him the expensive tuna.
'I should've been an actor,' Leo thought, his heart rate finally slowing down from 'Colossal Heart Attack' levels to 'Moderate Anxiety.'
'Voldred, if you can see this, I hope you're taking notes. This is how you handle a diplomatic crisis. You don't use a sword, you just stub your toe.'
He looked at Selene, who was still watching him with the kind of concern usually reserved for pets or injured birds.
