It isn’t often that Leon goes to the movies to see anything considered “scary”—he gets more than enough gore in his real life, thank you very much—but he’ll make an exception, if just to get to feel you up. It is admittedly very hard for him to focus on the movie. The two of you sit in the back, his arm draped over your shoulders. He slides it down, wrapping it gently around your waist after an opportune jumpscare onscreen. Resting his hand on your hip, he rubs it idly with his thumb.