Leo eyed the hand for a moment, before shaking it briskly. "Yeah. I'm Leo--you can call me the Supreme McShizzle." He nodded sagely with a grin, and then dropped his hand. He didn't do handshakes very often, and he kept his grip light to avoid messing with the scraped palm.

"You should probably wash that off, man," Leo told him, shrugging a little. "Infected wounds suck. Trust me."