"Likes" is debatable here, because how much does Hawa like things usually, really... He's still pushing, his eyebrows furrowed, quite staunchly remaining in place. No, no he's not going to let himself be pushed over. He's ridiculously stubborn about what may be the silliest things sometimes.

"Leisure?" He gives Shrieky an odd look, as though the concept of leisure time is a strange one. Maybe it is. He doesn't often think of doing things for fun or to relax. He never had time--even as a kid he was striving to work harder and become an upholder. "Well, I fly. I look around the place." That's still kind of working, though.

He's kind of interrupted as he finds the pressure against him gone. "Ah--" And Hawa stumbles, but catches himself just shy of falling. He glowers at the manticore rather impressively, yellow eyes narrowed.