Leonid nodded to show he understood when the man said his name was safe with him. He accepted the drink and was a little hyperaware of the fact that the man was sitting closer. Probably so they wouldn't be so disruptive to the play with the conversation. Which had apparently only grown more passionate as he glanced up at the stage which brought a pink tinge to his cheeks.

He took a sip of his drink, enjoying the sweet taste. He'd had wines, champagnes, whiskey and such before but he didn't think he had ever drank a cocktail. "I've never been one adverse to fun," Leonid said. Granted, it had always been more innocuous sorts of fun - billiards, nights out with the lads or his siblings, drinks at a pub - but not an erotic play. He hadn't even known it was a thing before now.

"You can just call me Leo." It felt a little odd to him to only have the mans first name while being called by his surname. Plus he felt an odd, contradictory sense of ease and hyperawareness of the mans close proximity, cologne and general being.