An indulgent look as the idle little pattern drawing slid a little further up Leonard's leg. "Not at the moment, no, but if I happen to need sticky fingers, I'll keep you in mind."

There was something to the tone of the man's voice, as if he was asking and not wanting to ask at the same time. Humans were so strange, always trying to avoid doing what they genuinely wanted to do. "Do you want me to? I have seen you eying everything reasonably pretty in here tonight. You seem to like Maze," his head jerked, indicating the dark-skinned woman he'd been looking at when he'd tumbled into his lap in the first place. "Though, I wouldn't suggest it right now. She'd eat you alive. She's in a mood."