There are SO MANY LOGIC GAPS in this fic and I'm just BEYOND CARING. And yes, I know that's not how Londoners talk, but as I'm not convinced Londoners actually speak English the point is probably irrelevant. [Set post Volume 10.]
"You know 'e's looking for you, right?" someone croaked behind him. Leon jumped, hand still going automatically to where his holster had been after all this time. He had to blink a couple of times before his mind settled on what he was seeing - a raven balancing on the back of the bench, or a scruffy man in a ragged tailcoat-suit sitting on the back with his feet on the seat. "The Count I mean. 'E's got 'alf of London lookin out for you."
Leon stared at the man - bird? He still wasn't used to animals talking to him, especially when they had their heads tilted to one side while they eyed up the burger he'd bought for lunch - and tried to be angry. Animals spying on him - it explained a hell of a lot. "Anyone turned me in yet?"
The raven grinned at him. "I'm on my way there now, actually - figured I'd be gentlemanly and give you a bit of advance warning." He tugged at his jacket. "I hope you appreciate this - it's hell
gettin' away from the tower - hey!"
Leon had grabbed at the guy's arm, and got pecked in a move too fast for him to see. He ignored it, reaching out again to stop the guy as he slid further down the bench. "You know where he is?""All of London
knows where he is, mate."
Leon started to grin, flexing out his bloodied hand. "Tell him I'm just passing though and I don't know he's here and I'll give you my burger -"
The raven sniffed, but snatched the box out of Leon's hands. "You're being robbed mate. I'm tellin' him I've seen you whatever you give me."
" - And if you show me where he's staying at the same time, you get whatever meat I can prise away from the sheep-tiger."
His eyes had started gleaming at the mention of meat, but he hesitated.
And then the raven started to grin.