It takes Leon a second or two and even more owlish blinking to parse what's just been said to him, and even then he doesn't quite cotton on to all of what was intended.

"Overwintering?" he echoes, unfamiliar with the term. "No, uh, I worked pretty hard to look like I do now. It's on purpose." Which feels a little like letting something slip, but hopefully they take it as him talking about his gym-rat musculature and not any other interpretation of what he just said.

"I just - assumed you were going for something pretty specific, with your whole look. Was I wrong? Either way, it's my bad, maybe I should just ask next time." He smiles a little bit, sheepish and apologetic as he rubs at the back of his neck. Come to think of it asking is probably the best course of action if he can figure out how one goes about doing that, especially since Angel said some people change day to day and it's not based on their clothes here.