“If you came home and I’d left a dog in your living room, how would you react to it?,” he asked, bounding on the balls of his feet. “...hypothetically, of course. I’m not saying there’s a dog in your living room or anything. Or that I really want a dog and still have no place to keep one.”

“Anything I want? Bold words to say to a demon, Marlo. Shouldn’t you know better than that?” he replied, quirking an eyebrow. He wasn’t planning to totally abuse the opportunity. Just slightly abuse it.

Leo had kept in touch with Marlo after crashing on her couch, because, well, he kept in touch with people who let him crash on their couch. "So how’s work? Still kicking butt at the hospital?” he asked towards the end of brunch in the little cafe. It was small talk, but hey, it was better than no talk.