Of course, the damn praise gets to him, sets off some ridiculous signal in his brain that gives him a nice dose of pleasure. He kind of hates that it's that easy. And hopefully, the stupid muzzle is hiding most of the faint flush of pink that rushes into his cheeks.
Leon still looks a little confused, suspicious but cautiously optimistic. He's still not sure what to think about all this. His gut instinct is telling him one thing while he's also worked out how Joker's approach actually makes sense in a roundabout way. And, much more troubling but not exactly surprising to him was that, he'd liked some of it. He really needed to get his shit together. This could not turn into his MO.
He still leans away slightly when the hand comes at him... extended to help him up. Right. Okay.
He can't shake how much this feels like making a deal with the devil, despite there not being any offer, just a hand up. He takes it and gets to his feet.
"What? Tired of Fido already?" Yeah, he didn't feel all that comfortable in this situation, so, of course, a bad joke would help, "Leon Kennedy. You?"
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Leon still looks a little confused, suspicious but cautiously optimistic. He's still not sure what to think about all this. His gut instinct is telling him one thing while he's also worked out how Joker's approach actually makes sense in a roundabout way. And, much more troubling but not exactly surprising to him was that, he'd liked some of it. He really needed to get his shit together. This could not turn into his MO.
He still leans away slightly when the hand comes at him... extended to help him up. Right. Okay.
He can't shake how much this feels like making a deal with the devil, despite there not being any offer, just a hand up. He takes it and gets to his feet.
"What? Tired of Fido already?" Yeah, he didn't feel all that comfortable in this situation, so, of course, a bad joke would help, "Leon Kennedy. You?"