[ Leone didn't know how to respond to that. His first instinct was, as ever, to be contrary and spiteful about it, but... he found he wasn't in the mood for arguing. He was tired, headachey, and inexplicably, the most beautiful man he'd ever met was standing here talking to him.

He settled for swiping a hand over his face and sighing. ]

Yeah, sorry. [ Not much sincerity in the words, but he knew the conventions of social interaction. ] I need a drink. Can I get you something?