I never make promises I can’t keep. I promise that your smile ain’t never gonna leave.

A scrawny, greasy, but flirtatious son of Hephaestus. Someone who acted like a complete goofball, was asking you to be his own partner.

You have to admit, he was charming when he wasn’t all greasy, and when he actually was in normal outfit wear.

His curly shirt, or the accent he used to flirt always had you leave with a small pink blush on your cheeks and a small smile.

So the day he asked you, how could you’ve said no?

“Really? You mean it?” Leo asked, like a little kid.

“I promise your smile is never gonna leave your delicate face.” He said, flirting with you like he always did, but with more genuine, and also an arm wrapped around your shoulder.