James Jesse was a nice man on first impression to someone as naive as Axel. He spoke very nicely to Axel, he praised him for being so handsome, so tall. "You got your mothers eyes, sport." Axel smiled the whole time, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he asked about his mother and got sort of vague responses. "You know, she was a heck of a dame but she couldn't be tied down. You understand, right?"

"Oh yeah, I get it." He didn't but he wanted to seem like he was cool with it. He saw one of the pictures he'd drawn hanging up in the background and he smiled, dipping his head a little. "You hung up my drawing?"

"Of course I did, it's beautiful. I wanted to brag." James grinned and then looked over his son at the guest in the back. "Who's your friend? He's kinda quiet, isn't he?"

"Oh." Axel turned back to Leonard and bit his lower lip. "That's Leonard. Leonard Snart. He's ... my friend."

"A Snart?" Interesting.