Oh, Leon. He's so easy, you think, your pistol pointed to his head. You have no intention of pulling the trigger, but he knows you're in control. You always are. He hasn't changed, not one bit. He'll just give you this sample, and you'll be on your way.

He's taller now, broader. Stronger, but he still has that boyish charm. You're so lost in thought. That's when he spins, disarming you, and pins you to the wall.

"I'm not giving you shit." His tone is mean. "You don't own me anymore."