[D can call him whatever he wants in Chinese and get away with it, great. Or rather, he's honestly trying to think of a language that might not be so troublesome to Leon... at least this version of his trying to help isn't as crazy as nightmare butterflies.

He almost suggests German, but he wouldn't be able to resist a poorly-timed crack about following him to Germany, and some of the letters are different. Leon would surely panic.]

If we are going to... be here together, then it would benefit us both to be in at least somewhat better moods. [Not that he's going to share how tense he is still, busy as he is pressing the heel of his hand against a knot in Leon's back. He might be straying from the shoulders a little, here.]

It could be that being immersed in the language will help. You never know.