Whoa, that's kind of weird... Leo has to break his gaze from Donnie's tongue quickly, focusing on getting his own piece of jerky out. He sets the bag between them so Donnie can get more if he wants.

"Uuuh... Well." Leo's eyes drift up, like he's thinking. "There's a guy named Jack who offered to make me stuff to wear for when it gets colder; I'm sure he'd do the same for you. But he already told me he doesn't care about making it fashionable." Leo scowls. "He suggested socks with sandals."