"Hardly insignificant! Just not as scary as they could be, either." After all, it's a different kind of danger they pose. A shrewd, calculating one, not the mindless fury of a rampaging beast, or the raw desperation of an out of control criminal mage running for their life. They're a domesticated threat, an eel that rarely bites unless provoked, or you have something they want. And being an excellent dagger in the shadows to potentially hire aside, what would the Hunts have that the Leeches took any interest in? Their territories are worlds apart.

Rook reaches out to stroke the sleek curves of Jade's tail, touch soft and intimate, gaze piercing even with water dripping down his face. "Did I not make it clear enough? I want you. I adore you."