"thank god." the easiness with which he talked about it, it was as if he was debating weather preferences. "don't know what people saw in it, really. why would you stay there drooling, staring at the ceiling when you could snort or line or two and wake up the next day have written an entire album in one night?" he chuckled. but when she held his hand, he just shook his head. his best imitation of feigned innocence while the smile stayed there, unwavering, splattered across his features. "oh, that? no, no, sorry, common misconception, it's my purity ring. i'm saving myself for our lord jesus chris—" though he couldn't even finish the sentence without laughing. "i'm just, you know, i'm a very religious guy." leo shrugged. — it just felt good to laugh it was all, it felt good to smile, laugh, flirt, to not be arguing with someone all the time, not have every interaction with a person be a nightmare. this didn't have to lead anything. they could just flirt, and go home, right? "thank you, thank you, that actually helps me a lot. something, something, temptation." but she looked so good blushing the only real concrete thought he had was how much he wanted her to do that over and over again. a small chuckle pushed past lips, "no, no, i think they liked me because of all the guitar playing. you know. lots of skillful finger movements there." leo mimicked a fake guitar role with his free hand. "i think the charm was the cherry on top." he winked and then, another laugh, "sorry, was that one a lot? because it did feel like a lot."