"I was minding my own business until he started bitching at me." Which was as close as Leon was going to come to 'he started it'. He humphed a little, then bent to pick up the showerhead he'd dropped. Damn having such a lousy grip with his right hand--he would never be able to dual-wield again, even if he did manage to get a sword in addition to his knife.

Leon really had no idea how his little expression of frustration--hitting the soap dispenser for a bit--had turned into this anyway. Just figured he'd end up standing next to someone as temperamental as he was.