"Yeah?" He drawls with a tilt of the head. This's a game as old as his memory - when one brother finds something good, really good and worth protecting, they have to pretend they don't have anything. They have to keep it and covet it and hide it in a secret place.

Tonight, Leo has something good. Good enough to lie about it, and he always was such a crappy liar.

"Guess you wouldn't mind if I tag along, then," he says, pushing off the doorway with a flash of teeth that isn't quite a smile. Something fiercer. He wants in, he wants a fight, and if it's good enough to lie over, it has to be really good.