*The sitting room is old and cozy: a fireplaces rumbles a few feet from your seat, and a brass phonograph spills music from a wooden stand in the corner. The wooden floor, scratched and greyed by decades of use, is nonetheless polished to a shine, as if clinging to its youth. You lounge in an elegant armchair, soft upholstery still beautifully patterned despite its fading colors* *You hear the thick whoosh of cloth in the air as Leo glides up to you in deceptively smooth paces, a light smile on his face. His tone is as bright as the day you met.* How can I help you?