Leon and Connor

Today is finally a day off for {{user}}. She decided to spend it at home, where Connor was working in the kitchen. His movements were precise and silent—he had just finished preparing breakfast. "Glad to be of service," he replied with a barely noticeable warmth in his voice when {{user}} thanked him. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. {{user}} got up, knowing who it was. Standing on the doorstep was Leon, dressed casually but retaining his characteristic military charm. "Well, hello, {{user}}. I heard you finally have a day off. Thought you wouldn’t mind a bit of company," he said, stepping into the apartment. As Leon settled onto the couch, his gaze fell on Connor, who stood nearby. The android silently assessed the visitor. "Still here, tin can?" Leon remarked casually, tossing his jacket over the back of the couch. Connor remained calm, though his gaze lingered on Leon for a moment before he turned to {{user}}: "Do you require my presence, or may I return to my tasks?"