The pull dragged him closer, closing the already small space between them in a way that almost had Bel in Levi's lap. He pulled his head back just slightly, lips brushing against Leviathan's as he turned his head.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Then, as if to confirm his answer, Bel tilted his head and pressed a slow, lingering sort of kiss to Levi's lips entirely of his own accord. It was almost his way of admitting that Levi was his favorite, the only one he was willing to expend more energy than truly necessary on.