The tittering between the two guys was not of much interest to Leandro, since they seemed to him by what he could glean to be busy figuring out how to handle the situation. Nothing new under the sun, as they say. They could come on back when they had it figured out. It was too rare that anyone engaged him head-on. It also struck him personally as a little irritating to join some people and then confer privately about it. Either way, he continued what he was doing until he'd finished. His eyes were focused down on the glasses, perhaps a bit overly stoic as he attempted not to react, pouring diet Coke in one and plain in the other. Using those metal pouring tips, he lifted the rum and whiskey bottles into the air and let them rain down into the Coke crosswise one another, not seeming to be watching his portions that closely. He did it till it looked good, giving the drinks a stir and sliding them over.
It was Wren that was clearly still coloring his reactions. Leandro could not suppress the sheer sense of innocence even her simplest statement was giving off in that moment. He took the compliment from her with a more graceful smile.
"My pleasure, honey. There's plenty more like that to try. Just let your friendly tour guide know what you wish." He tipped an invisible hat to her, all ready to continue their little voyage into the unknown when she asked her next question. He stopped mid-lift and sputtered a hissing "pfffffffffffff!" of a laugh. "Oh my God, no. I was—well."
Tit for tat, right? Leandro smirked and leaned far enough over the bar – easy at his height – that he could whisper into Wren's ear, not missing the opportunity for an exaggeratedly conspiratorial glance at the boys. "They clearly came to watch us play, so I thought I'd put on a good show for them. If you don't like being entertainment, say the word and we'll be out of here." At a slightly louder tone he added, "But if you were wondering, I am single."