[Once again, Levi exhibits a hidden appeal: that terseness of his tongue, so vulgar, so sharp. Not even Kirei ever addressed him so boldly, with such violence simmering beneath the surface. He cannot deny it excites him. Perhaps, from anyone else, it would've offended, but from Levi's lips it practically sounds like a siren song. How much further could he be pushed into this merciless nature? And to picture his hands, cutting deep, his boot, slamming down... well, maybe there's something about this that's more than a bit filthy.]

I did, of course. The King makes the rules; the King culls the herd. Don't be so arrogant as to assume my duties, mongrel.

[There's no real fire behind the insult, however. Any fool could see that this was a deliberate ploy, words intentionally chosen to prod at the beast within. Levi may not want him to appease, but the longer he lingers, the more he feeds into it all. The longer he stays, the more Gilgamesh believes he can get exactly what he wants.

He can leave. Gilgamesh almost dares him to try. But how could he abandon the very same mess he swore to clean up?]

I'll believe your resolve once I see it for myself. For now, you're all talk, and nothing more.