"He ain't--" Ain't what? Leonard's not even sure how he was going to finish the sentence, so instead he just waves his hand a little, with a quick shake of his head. "It's complicated." That's what they say these days, isn't it? Has always been true, is especially true now. "Anyway, I didn't actually mean that. I do what I want, no one else needed. I just ain't a dancer."

Besides, as often as he may get hit on, he doubts it's a fraction of what a sweet-looking blonde gets in a place like this. "So, tell me about him. That version of me you know. What does he know you as? Hopefully not someone whose bones you broke."