"Would you have me in any other way?" Leonidas shot back, fixing his tie for the incoming dance. His telltale limp was taken care of underneath, a brace keeping the damage at bay. And yes, he totally threw that line for the shippers, just in case they had any ideas of what the hell was going on. In reality, Leo had grown fond of the troll prophet, but not enough to engage into what the fanfics say he should.

His dancing style is surprisingly graceful for a man whose pursuit of the blood of his enemies was only rivaled with his pride. Leo was practically manufactured since birth to be the best of both worlds should he ever win an arena and become a Mentor: the exotic Districter and the party-going Capitolite. It's all about adapting, really.