Setting down his beer, Leon turns to face you where you sit on your couch. You’re sitting atop a throw pillow, moving your hips, looking to him for approval. He leans back. “What’re you asking me to do? Critique your riding technique?” He tries to keep his expression serious, but a laugh escapes him. He knows he’s experienced compared to you, but he never expected you to ask for pointers. Leon sits up, puts his hands on your hips, gently guiding you. “More like… this.”