[Admittedly it bothers him that he's not getting a reaction out of the younger man, maybe he should mess up that pretty face of his again? Nah, he thinks better of it. He doesn't want another scar across his own face and no angry reaction is worth losing his own good looks. He watched Squall for a moment as he went through the corpse. He was bone tired, but part of him wanted to stay and keep up the chefs knives search. ]

Whatever, whatever, huh? You never change, Leonhart. Do you? [he shook his head, smirk firmly in place as he looked down a moment then back up.] But I'll leave you to simmer in your thoughts and be mister stick in the mud. Later.

[He turned and walked away. Too tired to do much else besides go 'home' and crash for the day with everything he had gathered so far. Maybe, next time there would a fight. He sure as hell wouldn't mind.