His scarred lips crack into a grin that can't help but look crazed, whether or not it currently is.

"Hey, a joke's a joke. Might as well laugh."

With that, he lunges. But it's not a full attack, more like a test of reflexes to see what Leon does, how he defends when he's the one with a (traditional) weapon. Wonders if Leon will be the first to draw blood. The very thought excites him, sends another hot rush of desire through him that mixes with the haze. Krauser's uncharacteristically clumsy as a result, leaving openings where he otherwise wouldn't.

"You're looking sharp. Tight." He chuckles low under his breath. "That blade looks good in your hand."