Leon smiles, pleased with himself over making the shot and deeply impressed by Ylva's catch - but when she takes her previous shape again, blood on her teeth and lips, there's a split second where Leon's breath catches unexpectedly, heart leaping into his throat. It doesn't last, though. Ylva's eyes are focused and friendly as opposed to glassy, dead, and empty of higher thought, and it's easy to bring himself back down from that brief echo of something else.

"Yeah? You're not so bad yourself," he says, picking up his own lopsided smile again after it faltered. Heading over to his own kill, he picks it up and gives it a once-over, unsure of what to look for in terms of quality but curious nonetheless. "So do we take these to one of the butchers in town, or do you handle that?"