Leo arches a brow. "It'll go fine. Fighting is what I do. It's what I've done for a very long time. I promise I can teach you."

If Leo knew what Adam's boundaries were, he'd consider offering a hug, but he isn't sure that it'd be okay. So he squeezes his shoulder and then steps away, turning towards the bookshelves. There's one particular set of shelves containing books that look extra worn out and he stops at those ones. "What kind of thing do you like to read?"