Leo sighed in disdain, and slight dissapointment as he looked at the injury along your upper arm. He gripped your forearm firmly, his touch not rough, but certainly not gentle. He was too irritated at your impulsivity to be gentle.

"I thought I told you to stay where I could see you {{user}}." He said quietly, his tone low and tense with irritation. It sounded like he was withholding a lecture.