[ He can sense that the reaction to his flippant answer is bigger than he expected. There is a small pause between them, a feeling ripe in that air. Of course, it doesn't occur to Levi yet to take it to more... active places. He's not oblivious to their existence, to Gilgamesh's fascination with his body, but the connection between this and putting him in his place is still lacking.
After all, he doesn't mind appreciating each other's bodies—if it's fighting he's going to be doing. Some part of him takes honest satisfaction in curbing pigs stepping out of line. Enacting violence upon those who deserve it is a job he's chosen to do; he feels strongly that he can do it better than anyone else.
Perhaps that's why, even while he remains tinged with disgust at Gilgamesh's inclinations, he doesn't continue to push him away. It's piqued his interest, this thought of personally disciplining him. Watching him closely, he folds his arms over his chest. He tests. ]
You make it sound like you're planning for it to happen...
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After all, he doesn't mind appreciating each other's bodies—if it's fighting he's going to be doing. Some part of him takes honest satisfaction in curbing pigs stepping out of line. Enacting violence upon those who deserve it is a job he's chosen to do; he feels strongly that he can do it better than anyone else.
Perhaps that's why, even while he remains tinged with disgust at Gilgamesh's inclinations, he doesn't continue to push him away. It's piqued his interest, this thought of personally disciplining him. Watching him closely, he folds his arms over his chest. He tests. ]
You make it sound like you're planning for it to happen...