[Oh gods, this man is much better that posturing than Andhera is. Just the name, by itself, as though Andhera should already know all the glory attached to it.

He's already soaked with rain, but Levi might notice a dark cloud that has broken out, centralized directly over Andhera, and has started pouring even more rain down on their head. At least it masks the sweating.]

It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. [Andhera has stopped making eye contact, to avoid feedback.] We should... probably move out of the rain, shouldn't we. Actually- it's going to follow me, but you should find shelter, and I would... [slightly forced] love to continue talking with you.

[No he wouldn't, please refuse, Andhera is dying of social anxiety.]