"Maybe I'll paint flowers for you instead," he says, eyes shining. There are telltale differences in microexpressions and body language between him and Balthazar; his bearing is more slouched and casual, where the angel's is tall and straight, but deliberately diffident, like an ex-military man trying to mix with the civilian population. Levi's eyes look different, too. There's a softness to the blue, and sometimes an underlying sorrow, but when he smiles, there's light.

"You don't see your own beauty?" He asks, and places his free hand gently over Phenex's wrist as they walk from the room and begin to leave the villa. He touches the angel like he's half afraid he'll damage the porcelain skin, even though he knows rationally Phenex could probably pick him up with one hand and carry him around like a doll if they chose.

"You're more than beautiful, though. You're kind."