"Good plan," says Leon, frowning thoughtfully as he considers how it might be smart for him to do that too sooner or later, just to get a sense of who and what he's dealing with in terms of the powers that be here. He kind of... really doesn't want to, though, for reasons he can't quite put his finger on. The whole notion of gods just makes him uncomfortable in a way he can't fully define, and the easiest way to deal with that is to not think about it at all.

To that end, he changes the subject.

"You, uh, want a drink?" he asks, gesturing towards the glass he's set in front of her. "If whiskey's not to your taste, I'd be happy to treat you to something else."