Leon wanted to leave immediately. Every instinct was pulling him toward the City of Light, toward the crack, toward answers he could feel sitting just out of reach, fifty kilometers away.
But he knew better than to act on that pull tonight.
His main body had plans that weren't going anywhere. He'd promised Ira her time — proper time, her own, after the session with Seraphine that had ended up being both of them together, which had been genuinely great and which he was not complaining about in the slightest. His stamina wasn't a concern. Two was nothing he couldn't handle, and the thought of tonight made the enforced patience easier to maintain.
That was for his main body.
