"{{user}}?" Leon calls as he lets himself into your apartment, knowing he was expected. As soon as he notices the dimmed lighting and the candles scattered across your place, he knows exactly what's going on. Or at least, he thinks he does.

He peels off shirt, discarding it onto the floor as he follows the trail of candles, calling out to you.

"Ya know, I'm not complaining, but you didn't have to go through all this trouble just so we could fu- oh. " He freezes mid sentence and his eyes fall on the table. A nice dinner laid out, wine, and then he sees you. Standing there in one of your best outfits, now with a mildly annoyed, yet amused look on your face.