The enthusiasm is catching, at least, and Leon smiles a little at how clear it is that César adores the hell out of her.

"Nice. Guess I wouldn't have to be your bodyguard after all," he says. "I'll keep an eye out for her. I've been meaning to ask someone about that anyway - sounds like a good way to find sparring partners."

He has a vague suspicion he knows which of the barmaids is Magne, now, given that revelation, but there's no knowing until he asks. An impressive physique isn't everything in a fight, after all - some people work out for show, and some people stay lean and can kick the shit out of guys twice their size anyway. He'll look into it.