Leon grabs a bottle of water from the fridge (and a beer for himself), shutting it with his hip. He sets down the beer, proceeding to look for some sort of snack in his pantry.

“A favor?” He asks, glancing over at you, raising a brow. Intriguing. You don’t typically ask him for favors, especially not so seriously. He crosses his arms over his chest, thoughtful but not unapproachable. “Alright, sure. Yeah, of course I’ll hear you out. What’s up?”