Hopefully Erwin's remembered to drink his own tea during all of this - it would be a shame to heap all that praise on Levi's efforts and not get the chance to drink it.

The massage is...really nice, actually. In a way, Levi hadn't realized how stiff his ankle had actually become until now. It hasn't fully bothered him in a while, and he still trains with Jean and the others regularly, but it's not as rigorous as it was back home, and he's not always on his feet most of the day as often anymore, either. Erwin gets a few more groans for his trouble, a soft sigh of relief here and there as his muscles and tendons grow more pliable under his touch.

He tries to ignore the way his pulse flickers again at the suggestion, shifting to ease his leg down off of Erwin's lap.

"Yeah...soon as I peel my ass outta this chair." He's gotten very comfortable.

But manages after a moment, stretching a bit, popping his spine before getting to his feet.

"It feels a lot better." Like a lot better.

And while Levi is not gonna ask to be carried when he's perfectly capable of walking the few steps there himself, Erwin might have favorable results if he decides to do it, anyway. Weigh the risk, sir.