Now, when Leonidas said love, he didn't mean it quite literally; it was more like a small crush on the woman who had saved him.
That was definitely it, Leonidas would not accept anything else…but it had to be said, Willow looked amazing when she smiled.
Like a demon dressed as an angel, a sight that should not make sense, yet did anyway.
He slapped his cheek, a red mark blooming on it.
Focus, Leonidas, you're not a horny teenager who drools at the sight of a woman…
He paused, then continued anyway.
"Why are you stuck like that, Willow? Move! I'm the cripple here, not you."
Indeed, Leonidas was taking out his frustrations on Willow. And the woman in question was looking at him with murder in her eyes.
Her smile, which had previously been pretty and angelic, slowly shifted, curling upwards, turning demonic with every second.
