With his back against the door, Bart sucks in a few long breaths and aags, head against the wood. He looks over at Leon incredulously.

"Clearly it doesn't think particularly highly of you either," he quips in return, then jumps at the approach of one of the staffers of the inn. He is visibly frightened of the tall woman staring at the two of them with her hand on her hip and a set of brass knuckles on her belt shaped like cat faces.

"Sorry miss Magne, didn't mean to cause a fuss," he says quickly, and reaches for Leon's hand to drag him toward a table instead before they could be scolded for being out late enough to get caught.