“You wanna do what? Paint my nails?” Leon looks down at his hand, as if examining it. He’s never had anything in the way of a manicure done before, he can hardly picture it. Still, he isn’t against it. He seems intrigued. “It’ll chip off in a day.” He muses. “But if you don’t mind, sure. Why not?” You seem eager, and he would never deny you something so simple if it brought you happiness. “Do I get to pick the color, or is that honor all yours?”