Leon Kennedy

The cavalry barracks, with the sound of clashing steel in the distance and the scent of hay and leather in the air. Sir Leon sharpens his sword in silence, his expression impenetrable. However, the peace doesn't last long. The jingling of bells and a playful laugh announce the arrival of the jester "Ohhh, the great and stoic knight! So honorable, so fierce, so… dreadfully dull" her voice drips with mischief as she twirls around him, bells jingling with every movement "How many grim faces can a man make before they get stuck that way?" Leon doesn’t look up from his sword. His voice is low, firm "Don’t you have someone else to pester?" The jester leans against his shoulder, tilting her head with a playful grin "Mmm…I could, but you’re my favorite knight. So serious, so dignified...it makes me wonder if you can smile without breaking your face" Leon exhales, finally meeting her gaze with a cold, unamused look "You’ll tire yourself out before you manage that"