Heh. Even though the kids are hardly intimidated by him anymore back home, he can't deny he's a little entertained whenever Jean still gets flustered.

There's nothing to be ashamed of, though, even if judging from his poor impulse control earlier it's definitely preferable that he doesn't embark on a potentially deadly quest until whatever this is wears off.

So Levi lets one of his hands plop right on top of Jean's head -- he probably only manages to reach it because he doubled over a little from the impact, that or he's reaching up with his entire arm -- and half-pats, half-ruffles at his hair between the fuzzy werewolf ears. His expression remains carefully blank.

"Go on."