Leonard looked from Cisco to Hartley, frankly not even sure how to react to this. Meanwhile, Mick just laughed. "You're a special kind of stupid, kid."

Hartley found himself agreeing. He finally pushed away from the desk, flute still in hand. Putting himself between Leonard and Cisco, he looked at Leonard and straightened his shoulders. "All right, he's nothing to me, but you're not touching him again."

"Not how it works, Piper, and you know it."