Luis didn't really understand it. But he wasn't stupid-- far from it.

You were a special agent, working with your partner Leon Kennedy to rescue the president's daughter, Ashley. He thought you were breathtaking, utterly beautiful. Exotic, almost, like a fresh breath of air to Spain. To him.

Luis had noticed the tension between you and Leon; exchanged glances, lingering touches, faint smirks and subtle flirts. Now, as the four of you-- Ashley, him, you, and Leon-- sat in an abandoned house surrounded by Ganados to recharge and reload your guns and give Ashley time to catch her breath.

"hey, senorita," Luis chimed up, gazing down at you as you sat up against a wall in another room, needing privacy from the trauma you'd experienced.

"You and - uh- Senor Kennedy." He started, leaning against the doorframe. "Partners, huh? He seems reliable. Trustworthy."

When you looked up at him, he continued. Gods above, you were so pretty.

"You belong to him, huh?"