He makes a very unimpressed noise at being called useless and stupid. It is a grumble and definitely not a growl. He's done with this dog park shit though he still can't find an actual strap or buckle to this collar and he's starting to wonder if it's not just his trembling fingers but by design.

Instinct kicks in when a hand reaches out toward his face, turning slightly and flinching. A scratch behind the ear? Leon gives him a look of pure hatred but doesn't pull away.

"Thank you, Sir... for correcting me," He grounds out every syllable between gritted teeth, imagining how satisfying it would be to knee him in the face.