Huh. Always figured you were more of a steaks guy who couldn't afford it.

[ The metaphors are getting a little muddled... or maybe they're not and that's the point, who can really tell. ]

[ Okay, so maybe it is just a little bit suave. Though truly, Levi's amusement has little to do with his choice of words and a lot to do with it being Erwin saying them. It's surreal, seeing him like this, not weighed down by his responsibilities, by his position, by his dream, just being a goddamn insidious dork and slow-dancing in ridiculous costumes with a little rude asshole like he's actually having the time of his life. ]

[ It's a good look on him. ]

[ Levi makes a vague noise of agreement -- of course he could have -- and contemplates that firmer touch for a moment, but doesn't find it genuinely objectionable. It feels nice, like thrumming energy being poured right into his body. Huh, perhaps he'd been slacking on his existence handshakes this week, though Hange usually had him covered on not turning into a statue ever since they got here... ]

[ Anyway. ]

Good. I can certainly do without having to wipe your ass for you.