[ His eyes flutter close when he feels those deft fingers going through his hair, a soothing and familiar gesture no matter the position or situation. Leo is rarely someone that people would call soothing, but not everybody gets to know him the way that Kuro does. ]

Like hell I was gonna let you do that. [ The image of Leo being trampled is immediate in his mind. ] My hands're still sore from those horns of his, y'know. Can't imagine how it would've gone with you.

[ Slowly, he looks at him again, chin tilted up towards him. ]

Could always throw you to the ground.