@jinxlane said: I could teach you to fight.
Leon can’t help the snorting laugh that escapes him –– he feels guilty about it, sure, but he can’t help it. This girl’s...what, five foot three? Four? He feels the sudden urge to pull out a tape measurer and check. “I know how to fight,” Leon promises her, and means it. He’d been in far more than his fair share of bar fights in his day; had nearly beat a man to death outside of Albuquerque six years ago for trying to–– it didn’t matter. He could barely remember anymore. He slides his thumb down his opposite wrist, pushing the pad of his thumb into his palm, working the muscles loose. “And I try to make a habit of not hitting women,” he adds a moment later, and then pauses, realizing how patronizing that sounds, and hurries to walk it back. “Not that you’re not capable, mind you –– I’m sure you’re capable. Just. Personal rule. I don’t pick fights with people smaller than me, let’s put it that way.”