"Put your flute down, Piper. If you say he's taken, he's taken. Take him." Leonard shrugged, looking as nonchalant as possible and as if he didn't even care. He turned his back to Hartley and walked past Mick, who grunted, eyes narrowed at both of them.

"You're lucky, Piper. Or maybe the kid's the lucky one, if you vouch for him."

Hartley shrugged and walked behind Cisco, getting his pocket knife out and using it to quickly cut through the rope. "Don't get up yet, Cisquito, you'll need a minute for the blood-flow to adjust itself."

"Maybe two minutes. He's had that boner since we got back." Helpful, Mick.