[He chokes on a laugh at the unexpected joke. Though he's not sure why he wasn't expecting it; it's the kind of thing he would say himself. Nice one.]

Ha ha ha! Not just happy to see you . . . I could get even happier once we're outta here, though!

[It brings a tiny blush to his face, too—which doesn't go away when she leans in close.

But he resists the urge to squirm, valiantly, since their escape could hinge on him not screwing this up. Even the laughing makes his body shake juuuust a little in the grip of the vines, enough to interfere slightly with retrieving the knife.

But then she's got it—right? Hell yes, she's got it! Leon once again restrains himself from doing something stupid like wiggling in joy.]

You got it? You got it! Can you get it open?

[It's s switchblade, with a button on the handle.]