Now, Leonard most definitely had a smart mouth, but he wasn't an idiot. Smart remarks, those he could do all day, but actually giving names? Not done. He wasn't about to bend down to any kid's dominance, but he also wasn't going to turn anyone over to an even higher authority. Not how he played. He knew nothing and saw nothing and if he had to play a little confused to get away with that, he could. His thoughts are more on Mick than this futile conversation, which did fuel the one thing he did want to say.

"He helped me." Mick Rory had just saved his life. He didn't like the thought of a debt like that, but now it existed nonetheless. "Mick helped me." Against whom, he didn't say, but at least this got Mick off with a warning rather than any actual punishment.

There they were now, various people licking their wounds, the atmosphere tense but with more attention on them, no fight could just break out again. Leonard had his arms loosely crossed as he stepped up to Mick Rory, eyes on him warily. "Nothing in it for you. So why?"

He had to understand.