"Yeah, I guess," Clark said warily. Did that mean Leon forgot about the fight they had or put it behind him. "Why?"

He crossed the room and sat down at his desk, poking around at his food - there was an actual steak - for a bit before starting in on dinner. He had the vague feeling of it being good, really good, but he was distracted from the last visitor shift and wondering just what it was, exactly, that Leon wanted.