Galliard would be correct, because Levi definitely has a knife stashed up his sleeve at least. That's not his main concern at the moment, though; he's attempting to very gently herd the fireflies toward the jar with an open palm, but they want a more interesting chase and keep slipping away from him. It's almost like he's worried about hurting them unintentionally, though there's certainly some frustration starting to show in his expression as yet another firefly flies a circle around his head before fluttering away.

If there was any doubt before, the visceral stinkeye Levi gives Galliard as soon as he addresses him should confirm his identity completely. The visible hands definitely help some, but he still scowls and takes a step back, because adults can't be fucking trusted. Especially adults who just sound so nice for no damn reason.

"Yeah?" he says, and while his voice is definitely smaller, it's also not too unlike his normal self, especially the even, dryish manner of delivery. "I don't need help. Aren't ya too old to go around catching bugs anyway?"