A sigh escaped Leon's lips, a deep gray cloud of smoke escaping with it. His eyes flickered over to the door as you came in and flopped down on the bed, exhausted from a long shift and aching. You managed to spare a glare at Leon for smoking in the bedroom, to which he held out the cigarette in his hand to you with a pointed look.

"Don't glare at me, baby. It's cold outside. Take it and relax. You look like you need it."