Levi's eyes scan Cecil's features, openly studying the shifts in his expressions as he considers the question. The color in his cheeks gives him away before he even answers, but when he does answer Levi doesn't seem to react negatively to it; there's a brief look of surprise that settles into smug satisfaction.

He knew there were tender feelings involved, but he didn't realize the scope of it. Co-parenting a cat with Cecil Honeychurch, Domestic God and All-Around Good Boy™.

"Sounds serious," he teases, reaching up to playfully tap a finger to Cecil's flushed cheek. Levi's completely unbothered and unconcerned by this notion, and even seems pleased by it. "Is he Uric Kramer, Uric Honeychurch, or did we hyphenate?"