Levi? That deathly chill came from Levi? Reiner tenses a little more, vividly imagining the glare required to elicit such a chill. No wonder Reiner feels like he's going to start sweating like Bertolt; his body can sense the danger.

But Jean is still hugging him, and Reiner isn't about to pull away. Instead, he whispers, "Is he sensitive about his"—don't say height, don't say height—"self?"

Perfect save.