Snippet #1680899

As they saw he was watching them, Leo almost wanted to grin.

So she had noticed him. She wasn't called the Champion for nothing.

He watched her head for the door and she made eye contact with him. Neither broke eye contact for a moment, with blue eyes daring blue eyes, and then moments later she slipped out the door in to the streets of Denerim. Finishing his pint, Leo left the bar silently, and was at the door before it had even fully shut. Pulling his hood up once more, he headed out in to the cold. The wood door slammed shut behind him and he quickly caught sight of Hawke and her companion once again. Unfortunately for her, the streets weren't particularly crowded, and so it wasn't hard for him to spot her. He kept his distance, though he knew better than to try concealing himself. She had already seen his face, already could guess from a short list about why he might be there, and she already knew that he would move to follow her. So he kept her in his sights, but yet he was also vigilant of his surroundings. She likely wouldn't recieve him too kindly. Most likely, he expected there to be traps, or an ambush at some point. He still followed her, however, and just prepared him for any sort of surprises she might happen to throw at him.