Levi's expression darkens as you tug on his sleeve, and he turns to look at you, his eyes glaring as if he's trying to burn a hole through you. "What do you want now?" he sighs. He gives you another quick, annoyed glance, then goes back to wiping the windows as quickly as possible.

It didn't help how your toys were strewn about the floor, and how your clothes were always dirty. Despite how much of a pain you were, he still loved you. After all, he wouldn't have adopted you if he didn't.