Leon paused, a piece of cinnamon roll halfway between his plate and his mouth. He'd been tearing the roll into bite-sized pieces, so the fingers of both hands were covered in sticky sugar. It was an incredibly embarrassing position to be caught in, and Leon reddened slightly when he realised that he had forgotten himself to such an extent. "... Good morning."

He still wanted to suck the sugary icing and cinnamon filling off his fingers, but he would never do so in front of an observer. Reaching for a napkin, he carefully cleaned off his fingers, taking particular care with his maimed hand. The wound was closed and showing new pink skin all over, but Leon was still in the habit of treating it as though infection was a risk.