"Tch. Don't tell a prince what to do, commoner." Bel scoffed, rolling his eyes before giving a small little grin. "And if you die, at least crawl back here so I can laugh at you good and proper, ne?"

Before Leon could reply though, Bel grates out another laugh between his teeth, and the door closes behind him. An uneventful night to be sure, but he got the information he needed. He just had to think on it for a bit- and by the looks of it, he had the rest of the night to do so.