Leander was a little intimidated by dogs, and even though the puppy wasn't scary he wasn't quite sure how to go about interacting with it. He tried petting it the few times it's head popped up high enough to be petted, but he otherwise just let it check him out and tried not to tread on it.
He wasn't sure about these conditions, not sure if he was worthy of a place in, what he was coming to see, was possibly the nicest house he'd ever been in. His tricks usually only took him to cheap motels, or apartments that were clearly just used for seedy dalliances with rent boys; this was something else and not just because it was Ragnar's own home. He looked around the place as Ragnar indicated where everything was, trying to set the layout in his mind so he wouldn't get lost. He even had his own bathroom in here? That was even more lavish than getting his own room to sleep in.
He was blown away by the grandeur of the room that Ragnar claimed was his, the windows letting in so much light, the sheer space around the bed, the fact that there was an honest to goodness couch in the same room. He was half expecting to wake up back on the blankets in his trailer and to realise this was all just some junk dream.
The conditions came and an uneasy fist that had tightened in Leander's chest relaxed when none of them involved his drug use and all of them were rules he could keep. He wouldn't dream of dirtying the place with his work, even if he was doing so by staying there in the first place, and he was too polite despite everything to make a mess in someone else's house. Ragnar had paid him well and treated him well on their last job together so he wouldn't repay that kind of consideration by stealing from the man; at least, he hoped he'd stay in heroin enough to be able to resist stealing from him. When he was aching for a hit and didn't have the money to get anything he didn't know what kind of terrible behaviour he'd be capable of.
He was confused by condition one and condition five though: when Ragnar mentioned sleeping with him in his room he'd thought he got the idea here, that he was some kind of kept boy with a bit more freedom to come and go. Being told he wasn't obligated to sleep with Ragnar sounded a bit like there was an unspoken expectation there that he was obligated, Ragnar just wouldn't want him to act like it, and he was ready to do so, but none of that made any sense if Ragnar had other people that he could sleep with without paying them beforehand. He wasn't sure where he stood again, and he ignored the little pang in his chest at hearing it as the stupid hope of some lonely and still naive part of him.
He let Ragnar take his hand, still in awe at his surroundings. "I can agree to those conditions." he said. "I can't believe you're letting this be all for me."