"Yeah, that's real reassurin', Leo," he sneers, sidestepping right into his brother's path, his eyes narrowing a challenge. "Now what's so not important that you gotta lie to me about it?"

He's not gonna move until he gets some answers. Leo should know that telling him to not worry about it only has the opposite affect.

Reaching up to poke his brother square in the plastron, he lets it punctuate every word. "You're gearin' up for a fight and I want in."