[Vil scoffs at Leona's offer, tossing his hair back as he shrugs off his unbuttoned shirt and turns just enough to drape it over the back of the chair.]

You, making a modicum of effort for something you know is coming your way? I was fully expecting to have to yank those pants off of you.

[He doesn't remain seated for long following his comment, rising to remove his pants and underwear. His pace is unhurried and not showy, confidence clear as he drapes the rest of his clothes and then sits at the foot of Leona's bed.]

But if you don't want to talk, we don't have to talk.