[On the one hand, it's almost cute how flustered he suddenly is and she lifts her eyebrows the more he stammers over his words. She files away the baseball thing (and, unhappily, realizes that his execution makes a lot more sense now, ugh.), but it's definitely impressive to her. She's not really one to easily be wooed by jocks or anything, but then again she has feelings for someone who sometimes uses a golf club as a weapon.

And somehow it makes him more human. More well-rounded. Less in-your-face-punk-cool-guy!Leon and more actually-has-more-dorky-but-sweet-traits!Leon.

But on the other hand…okay. It's very hard not to look him over especially with what he's wearing and her eyes wander a bit. She's not close enough that she can tell the difference in his height, but she's mostly allowing herself one solid look before her eyes flick back up to his face and catch him staring at her from between his fingers.]

Hey! [She actually sounds indignant and tries to cross her arms over her chest. It's hard to sound fussed when the floaties make squeaking noises and shift to reveal more of her stomach and her hips instead. Instead, it turns into something more akin to a whine as she pouts.] Ugh, this is the worst! [At least Leon's also suffering, so there's that.]

You could sound a little sorry. [And though she looks sullen it's hard to fight off the embarrassed grin.] Does that thing even really count as a swimsuit, or did you just stop trying?