[Saori hugs him back, and listens to him with an amused look in her eye. Leah sounded like quite the terror. But no worse than the boy deserved. Even if he was an adorable little troublemaker.

Of course, that...all vanished when he finished talking about Clint. She gasped and shoved him away with a bit of force as she shot to her feet, hands on her hips with an indignant glare. That was not a nice thing to say to your lady friend, little one. Especially not someone as proper as her.]

You! You! That is...that's...that's so rude! As if he needed protection from me! I'm not...I don't have...sicknesses! Oh you wicked, wicked little boy! Why...I should wash your mouth out with soap!