"Poetic." Leonard just says the one word at first and then he slaps the lighter out of Mick's hand, in a gesture both petty and immature. But why would he care? It still got him to stop staring at the flame. "I'm not done with you, Mick. You get that through your thick skull." Hard to dismiss something that was inside his head. A pause as he looked down at the lighter, moving to put one foot on it. He doesn't crush it, he just places himself above it rather deliberately. "I'm coming for you."