Even without the color in Cecil's cheeks, Levi can tell Cecil's blushing. The paler complexion is endearing in its own way; he'd never thought of vampires blushing without the blush.

Levi's unconcerned about the presence of their roommate(s?) as he returns the favor by pressing a lingering kiss to the side of Cecil's neck; he considers it a favor to everyone present that he's keeping the kiss close-mouthed and relatively chaste. You're welcome, Jesse. (And potentially Ryan.) But also, sorry.

"Alright, let me just put my shoes on and grab my mask and I'm ready," he says once he pulls away, and swiftly steps toward his bunk to do just that. "Later, Jesse. Sorry the swuit idea was a flop."