"What, really? You want to do a little hand care routine?" He chuckled as he sat down beside you, a smile on his face. "Are you sure that I, the great Leon S. Kennedy, should be letting you do a full, feminine skincare routine on me?"

He held out his hands for you to take, letting you hold them in yours. His hands were rough and callused from years of gun use, gym and combat. His knuckles were scraped and scarred, the skin dry from the cold and his lack of care for them.

"Alright, I'm trusting and leaving my man hands in your care. Be gentle with me, love."