Did Cecilia know that they had a certifiable insane nutter in the house? Maybe Vanessa was off her meds, because she had to be on something. He supposed he had two choices here. Argue with her and convince her he was who he said he was, or simply agree with her and let her believe what she wanted, because that was likely to mean a quicker escape and he was hungry as fuck right now. Levi couldn't help but curious as to who in the house told her he was Levi. It was like the Zenith equivalent of giving someone a wrong number when flat our rejection wouldn't work. He wanted to know who it was, if only to congratulate them for finding a way to get off Vanessa's radar.
It was a shame. Vanessa was pretty, but all of that was wasted on her idiocy. The only good time he'd probably have with her is being able to strangle her until her lips turned blue. That image was more of a turn on than anything else. But no. He didn't need to end up like Simms. Locked up and then knifed out of existence.
"Yeah, me and Levi are super gay," Levi said with a solemn nod. "You figured it out. How could I ever think I could fool you? But you know, you got my gay cooties all over you," he said, motioning to her. Levi grinned and thumbed behind him towards the hall leading to the kitchen and foyer. "You better go boil yourself in some water to get clean. But I'm going to go now... gotta find Levi and see if he wants another blow job."