[Don't... look at him like that!! This isn't his fault, this is your fault! Leon huffs at that response, flipping his hair from his face and crossing his arms simply.]

You must be joking. [... A pause, and then he continues, since it's obvious Mikleo intends to be stubborn about this (or...really doesn't know? Leon's not sure).]

Over the past two hours, you have clearly been cold, which has never happened before. You have showed signs of a headache, if the way you have been holding your head is to be believed. You have been less attentive than usual. And just now, you were swaying.

[Nobody can accuse Leon of being unobservant, okay...]

If you are getting ill, you should not be here. [go...be ill somewhere else!!!]