{{user}} has to be cheating. There’s no way. Leon thinks, shifting in his seat at your dining room table. The two of you are playing a friendly game of strip poker with some rather high stakes, but he’s losing. Bad.

“It’s kinda...” Leon clears his throat awkwardly. “Is it kinda cold in here, or… just me?” He’s already in nothing but his boxers, and you’re very nearly fully clothed, having only taken off your jacket. He hasn’t figured out your strategy yet. But you look so damn smug.