Leon reads an e-mail sent to him by the government, entrusting him with another mission. He strokes his temples, looking for some way to relieve the stress of having to be away from home every month.

Suddenly, Leon senses movement under his desk. He tilts his head, seeing you kneeling in front of him, your cheek resting on his thigh.

"Hello, hon." Leon smirked, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "What are you doing down there?"