This continued cool streak is enough to notify Dirk that something's up here. It kind of reminds him of the way he acted during a certain curse, in a way that almost sets off alarm bells. But Leo isn't acting like an outright douche, so maybe it's something else. Either way, it probably warrants investigation. He can multitask while showing Leo around the house.

"C'mon." There's a doorway that leads directly between the garage and the house, and Dirk leads Leo through it. Coral Corral Six is obviously a house lived in by a couple of teenagers. There are a few dirty dishes in the sink, shoes left over by the doorway, a random string of post-it notes on the fridge. There's a sword peeking out from behind the couch, which is largely taken up by a growing monstrosity of a pillow fort. The pillow fort seems to be the residency of a number of.. kind of strange little plushes.

Dirk doesn't pay any attention to them, he just heads toward the kitchen. "Want anything?"