Tieflings by nature have a sensual draw to them, an alluring presance that most find almost irresistible. Obviously not every one feels the same, many are still able to call them demons and drive them out, but somewhere in their bellies their curiosity wants more. That sort of power over beings like humans is part of why they are so frightened of Tieflings, and that desire they claim is evil. Leonard is aware of the stories of what they say about what he is, but to be fair he's never seen or tested any of it. He never really felt welcome in taverns or was comfortable in social situations.

But the way the half-dragon pauses, how he almost stalks towards him like a predator bearing down on his prey is both a powerful sight and a somewhat frightening one. He stays where he's seated though, wanting, waiting to see what he'll do. He's seen the looks Mick gives him when he thinks he's not paying attention, knows he's been watching him when he bathes. It's never felt... wrong. It always stirred something within him, something that flares stronger still with the way the other is looking at him now.

Long, prehensile tail sweeps behind him, tip flicking with the charged air. He's trembling slightly with anticipation, a little scared but mostly excited, it's no difference than facing the danger of being caught. The rush of a heist. Only this is so much more potent. Especially when the other finally crosses the distance between them and takes his lips, kissing him hard. It's sloppy and hungry, either fumbling with inexperience but just going with what their instincts tell them. Soon they find their rhythm and before he knows it he's on his back with the hulking form over him and his heart threatening to break through his sternum. His tail loops around Mick's waist, tongue teasing as the kiss deepens and he parts his thighs to let their bodies crash together.