Two tiny men in a hotub...

Levi was rude, there was no denying that. Not that he ever actually made any moves to defend himself or his inaction. He hadn't really thought to consider the tattered remains of the empire, because as far as he was considered it was only that in name now. Sirius had been content to do his own thing for the longest while, time and distance had drawn them apart and much of it at this point just seemed like lip service. Maybe it had been that way all along. Levi shrugged, indifferent.

"Levi."Technically not his name but he wasn't about to wander about calling himself Leviathan. Sometimes he wondered if it was Azure's idea of a joke, it felt like it. He'd been born tiny, probably should have died, but out of sheer stubbornness prevailed where others couldn't. "Is that what you do? Go through life expecting everyone to see your desires fulfilled?" Ichor was starting to sound like Hanako. Not a good look, if you asked Levi."If it bothers you that much kill her yourself." He looked the sort who'd be willing enough to use some underhanded methods. Poisoned meat or whatever.