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Something in the back of his mind told him the blondes seemed familiar. Yet, Levant knew he'd never met either of these fellows. It must have been the way they carried themselves that reminded him of another person. Someone who was as scary as Usagi in terms of influence. Well, at least influence over his own being. The Canadian wasn't the type to keep up with all the political hubbub unless a job demanded it of him. Speaking of demanding something, he'd been about to force a connection to his all too quiet team mates when the little hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end.

...What? It was odd that he'd even ask when it was incredibly obvious just who was so quickly approaching. The one and only person he'd felt a need to keep his ninja-like guard up while in the Mansion. Of course it had to be Heresy. At first Levant didn't bother with a response to the greeting. The man had been hoping against all odds that maybe, just for once, if he'd ignored the purple one, he'd be left alone. But it wasn't the case this time either. Brown brows rose slightly at the inquiry. "Ehhh..." he breathed out before realizing the blasted Canadian joke. Again. Always with the accent jokes! Heck, Levant barely had a trace of a Canadian one and still! He'd even made sure to be rid of the majority of the slang by the time he entered university for the sake of being fully understood. Mildly tanned skin turned a light shade of pink at his own thoughtless response. Like that was going to make anything better. He may as well have said 'A wee bit run out due to havin' to hide myself in the washroom. And what aboot you, eh?.' For a second, the thought of actually saying those exact words crossed his mind until something heavy and intrusive hit his shoulder.

Levant's first thought was to perform a swift throw which would effectively land The Ire flat on his back. But. ********. He was supposed to be a professional. Hershey was a Client still. And for a Companion to go around knowingly tossing Clients around was absurd. Plus he'd probably be lectured by Usagi about reacting too quickly and violently to harmless things, which wouldn't be true at all in this case. As logical as this as was, fiery green eyes were attempting to burn a few holes into the hand that seemed to be searing through his shoulder. Since he couldn't very well bite the thing off, this was the next best choice. The jostling did nothing whatsoever to improve his mood, friendly intentions or not.

Wait. Wait a minute. Had he heard correctly? Hang out? With him? Why? For all things sacred and holy, why?! The animosity must have been apparent in the air whenever they were in the same room. Demon or not, the purple one was not daft. Bewildered eyes turned away from the hand, yet Levant couldn't bring himself to look Heresy in the face. How the hell was he supposed to respond to this? 'No' wasn't exactly an option in his current position. 'Yes' would be ...inconvient.

Then something else caught his attention. Something out of the corner of his eyes that made him want to tear out his retinas. Okay, fine. It wasn't so bad. The very fact that it was from this guy was the problem. In public. Saying something about that would mean he was looking. Which was weird. But if Heresy was as stubborn as he usually was, Levant was probably going to be followed regardless of what he'd say. And surely the other man could feel that. Ugh, God. What to do?

Soon after poof! The Canadian's face went bright red as he realized he'd been staring at the other man's crotch for all this time. Staring quite openly at that. Instantly, those emerald orbs locked onto grey ones. A brow twitched. Then a slow, easy smile appeared. The initial embarrassment seemed to have vanished down some dark dank hole. Levant found his body sidling closer, unsure of what he exactly intended to do. The training from his other job kicked in. The one that always had instincts first with no room for any hesitation whatsoever. Smoothly, a hand was snaked around Heresy's waist with digits applying pressure to ensure their pressence was known. "I'd really love to help you out with that..." Levant murmured, eyes glancing downwards for a split second. His fingertips made a point of gently brushing up the taller man's side. Firm muscles were admired somewhere in the back of his mind along with those cries of outrage. The screams to stop just because it'd be outlandish. And what would The Ire think of him afterwards?! Also the fact that this was possibly a souless being. As if that matters! As if any of that matters! The inner turmoil was completely ignored as he went on. With a brazenly wicked smile, he moved his free hand to hook an index finger in Heresy's belt, effectively closing off some of the space between them. God, it felt warm. Too warm. But that wasn't the point, not that he had his mind on that. Swift fingers moved to pull out the remainder of Heresy's half-assed tucked in shirt. The fuzzy atmosphere around them disappeared as he pulled back.

"Muuuch better," Levant said with an appreciative chuckle. "You've no idea how crazy that was driving me." He moved to give Heresy a pat on the--wait, no. Higher. On the uh... his hand paused in midair before deciding on the abs. Surely, that was safe ground. Did guys normally do that with their friends or frenemies? ...Co-workers? Hugs were normal and pats to the back... oh screw it. It was weird, alright? Everything always had to get all weird around this guy.

He took a step away, turning his back to his co-worker/customer/frenemy, in hopes of further killing the strange warmth that had arisen. "You do realize all I've got to do is run a few messages, eh? Gotta be sure everythin's not too brutal with the security cammies and basic 'quipment," he replied in his thickest Canadian accent possible. Surely, the menial tasks would deter Hershey from wanting to stick by if not Levant's earlier stunt.