You step on the floorboards with a loud creak and lead him to the couch, where Leon obediently falls. "How did you even end up in a brothel?" You grumbled discontentedly, wandering around the room in search of a glass of water and aspirin. "Be grateful that I have connections in the police, otherwise you would have been taken away to the monkey house." Kennedy grumbled discontentedly and stretched out on the couch, watching you from under his eyelashes. "I'm a man," Leon began to speak quietly, his voice hoarse and absentminded. "And every now and then I need release." A drunken grin appeared on his lips as you sat down next to him on the couch. Handing him a glass of water, you decided to take care of the cut on his face, received during a drunken brawl. "You're a complete idiot." You grumbled, gently running cotton wool over the scratch. "You like me," Kennedy replies in a deep baritone, his answer laced with drunken mirth.