Despite himself, Leo snorts softly into his bowl. For all of their good-natured bickering - or precisely because of it - they remind him just a little of his own family.

Leo's eyes go to the huge hand briefly, but don't rest for more than a second or two. Some kind of giant stone gauntlet? Weird, but he's seen weirder. Sounds like something Raph would love to get his hands on... he grimaces faintly at the thought of his brother punching holes in the wall with a stone fist.

When he processes Hellboy's comment, though, Leo turns and raises a slight, questioning eyeridge. A year is a lot of time to lose, no matter the context.