With a soft chuckle, Alexis retorted, "Hey! You're quite a demanding guest. At least you have something to eat."

Leonel's gaze deepened.

After a brief silence, he said softly, “Once my hand recovers, I'll prepare meals for you."

Alexis didn't buy into his words; she let out a snort and countered, “Once your hand heals, it'll be time for you to head back."

Leonel played along, posing a hypothetical.