Dawn of the Crimson Hawks?

'They just wouldn't shut up... constantly spilling secrets and annoying things.'

Leonhardt sat up from the bed, rubbing the back of his head, still throbbing from the pain. Yet he couldn't help but find the women looking at him with teary eyes amusing.

"Morning, ladies."

He ignored Enzo completely before stretching his body.

Even though he had just awoken, his expression was clear, like crystal, and his eyes were sharp. "So, you're Erina's father..." Leonhardt gazed at the handsome man, and nodded.

"You do carry a resemblance."

Despite losing his fight, Leonhardt didn't seem angry or upset and instead quite calm, though there was still an underlying sense of tension between them.

Enzo sighed, his eyes narrowing into slits. "You're a strange one, aren't you?"

"Me? Well, it's not like I have to pretend to be human when you know I'm not."