[Alright, he definitely doesn't understand what she's getting at there, but she moves on too fast for him to dwell. And then she's back on the topic of his appearance, which is definitely not the topic he wants to be on (this reminds him of twittering girls and giggles and longing admiring glances from people who didn't even know who he was) even if she seems to have a bit more depth to her than the girls back home.

With a quick movement of his hand, his flicks the bangs from his face--a defensive gesture of arrogance, if anything.]

... They aren't. [It's admittedly rather begrudgingly.] But I do not enjoy being made a fool of. No part of this situation poses a threat to me regardless; it is more an irritation than anything.

[That's... not entirely true, but Leon at least has the Unnecessary Bravado down pat.]

Now stop wasting my time. If you have any intention of getting out of this place, start walking.

[Oh... are you escorting her, Leon... (don't point it out.)]