Relief Conversation Between Léon and Jeremy
"Where have you been?"
Jeremy bows dramatically and formally in front of Léon. His eyes raise, his body following suit. "I was out, caressing the city streets with my luscious gracefulness, master."
Léon looks unamused. "You don't have to be poetic with me, Jeremy."
A small, egotistical smile spreads across Jeremy's face. "I'm sorry, master. I can't help that I'm a very imaginative person. Besides, I have a question for you."
Eyeing the cigarettes in front of him, Léon nods slowly. "Go on," he says.
Jeremy clears his throat softly. "Why are we in England, master? Why not send over our men to do this job."
"My men, you mean. And because," Léon replies, leaning back in the chair, arms crossing over his stomach just above his belt, "my men need an authoriti ve figure to keep them in line."
"I see," comments Jeremy, crimson eyes scanning the floor. "Why couldn't you just send me, master? I would have gladly kept them in line. Why did you have to come?"
Léon cackles with amusement.
"Jeremy, Jeremy," he says softly, authortively, eyes narrow with delight. "I came because you needed someone to keep you in line."
Jeremy's pride seems damaged. He was angered that his master actually thought he wouldn't be able to handle the institute's men, much less himself. "That's not the real reason," Jeremy argues.
A cackle erupts from Léon's throat. "Maybe not, but what concern is the real reason of yours?"
"Every concern.."
Léon sighs softly. "Fine. I came because I need to personally "repay".. my dearest cousin Integral.."
"Don't you dare hurt her!" burst out Jeremy.
"My, my, Jeremy.. It seems you have something for my plain cousin, yes?"
Jeremy is silent, eyes intently staring a hole into the floor.
"Besides," says Léon, leaning forward, hands on the desk top, "it's not really "repaying," it's taking what's rightfully mine.. You are dismissed."
"..If you touch her--"
"You'll do what, Jeremy? What? What will you do, huh? You pathetic servant. You're nothing compared to me; nothing, do you understand? You take orders from me! I give you the orders!"
Jeremy only dissolved, afraid he wasn't going to be able to control himself from obliterating his own master. The last words he heard before he vanished were:
You do not tell me what I can, and will and will not do!!
