No, he doesn't mind. At all, really. In fact it's...nice. Because as strong and dense as he is, that Erwin can so brazenly and so easily lift him, move him, sends his pulse racing a little. It could just as easily be soothing, to sink into the strength of his arms and just let go - let someone else be strong, for once, even just for the handful of strides to their bedroom.

Levi huffs, the annoyed sound at odds with the way he relaxes, leans his head against Erwin's. "Fine..."

He's completely oblivious to this worry; but since finally having an operable replacement for his arm, there's been a noticeable change in Erwin that makes him quietly relieved, considering it felt like there was little he could do otherwise. Seeing the return of his confidence has likewise lifted his own spirits.

It's also apparently becoming something of a different problem.

Or maybe it's not a problem.

For some reason, his brain is apparently in the gutter today. There's something about the way Erwin leans over him, taking up the whole of his vision, blue eyes inches from his own and hands still on him, and the quality of his voice asking to remove his pants that just sends a ripple of something through his body. He feels his brain stutter to a halt, staring at Erwin for a moment or two.

If you wanted to fuck just say so-

Is the thought on the tip of his tongue, to try to cover up the rush of -- what? embarrassment? that's not quite it -- ...whatever it is. But for once, he holds it in. Because - Erwin isn't usually that ridiculously roundabout for this sort of thing. So...massage.

On his thigh.

...right.

Right.

Erwin's probably waiting on an answer, and he's just staring at him like a fucking idiot.

"...sure."