Leonard makes a sound, nearly a growl in its tone, or at least its ferocity. He normally wouldn't allow himself to lose such control, or at least he likes to think he wouldn't, but this situation is quickly becoming untenable.

"What's the cure then, truth-telling?" he says. That would follow. But he hates it. His lips snarl slightly and he tears at them again, not realizing he's starting to gouge his skin with his nails.