( What does he want to be?

Useful. Worth something. Remembered. Are those all part of "wanted?" He's never had a long term goal besides power, because he's never had a long term to work with. And so as he tries to come up with an answer that doesn't sound pathetic, he finds himself struggling, all coming to a head when that bite at his thigh earns a surprised gasp. )

Ah— well, it doesn't really matter, does it? Is this supposed to get me in the mood?

( It's a bit of a snap, huffy, a little grumpy, but it's because it's a delicate topic, because he doesn't want to appear pathetic. But his eyes slide to the side in his little grumble, indicating that it's not like he means to aim any sort of actual pointed jab at Leo himself. There's nothing wrong with this aimless talking, even if it's... not the sexiest.

It's still intimate, in a way. Trying to get to know him like that, and it's clear he's getting a little flushed from the feeling of a thigh hickey. And after a moment, with a stolen glance back, he adds on: )

I want to be better at magic, I suppose...

( Not exactly an answer. )