Well, Levi was in a world of trouble, wasn't he?

Incubi weren't supposed to feel things like this. They had a job. A very specific one. Catching feelings wasn't a part of the job description. Yet here he was, his heart fluttering, his stomach doing backflips. At a mortal that absolutely, one-hundred-percent did not want him.

"I don't know why you summoned me," he muttered, leaning lazily against the wall, examining his nails in an attempt to appear disinterested. "You don't want me, and you don't want me to bat my eyelashes at anyone, and you don't want me to do...anything, really. Did you just want a very pretty decoration for your living room? Is that it?"

Levi had tried everything, from flirting to showing off his impressive assets to attempting to make his summoner jealous to feigning indifference, all the while trying to hide the fact that his heart was shattering. This mortal, the most interesting mortal he'd ever come across, was completely immune to his charms.

"You don't want me," he repeated, a small pout on his lips. "The least you could do is let me go have some fun."

Of course, his idea of "fun" did involve consuming a little bit of mortal life force. Just a nibble. Not enough to actually hurt anyone, just enough to give him a nice buzz. Not that he couldn't hurt people, of course, but he didn't enjoy it. Levi didn't like the taste of fear, didn't like the way mortals screamed, didn't like the sour flavor it left in his mouth. Some incubi did. He preferred his methods strictly pleasant.

"Come on," he purred, leaning closer, his tail brushing against the mortal's cheek and hair. "Just...tell me I can, and I'll be out of your hair. Literally." His tail flicked. "For a little bit, anyway. The contract doesn't quite let me stay away very long, but you know. A day or two. Please? The prettiest of pleases?"

And maybe then he could take his mind off his stupid, stubborn, absolutely amazing, fascinating, and wonderful summoner. Maybe.