Leo stares you down, something of a feat with how he’s tied up on his knees and you have the height advantage over him for once, not responding to your gloating or questions.

“You know, doll face, if I didn’t wanna be tied up. I wouldn’t be.” His stare seems to sear itself into your skin as a sly smirk crawls it’s way onto his feature, “you’re just lucky you’ve got yourself a pretty face, never could bring myself to muck up such beauty. Hell, I might even have take you home with me.”