Leon has you pinned down to the padded ground of a gymnasium, his arm pressed to your neck and his other holding your wrists flush against the mat.

"That was better. Not good, but better," he says, his body weight pressing you into the floor as he hovers above you, putting your faces just inches apart.

It started as one impromptu sparring session that turned into a weekly thing. He'd offered to help you touch up on your hand-to-hand combat, and who would you be to say no?