Dean was probably wrong about that; there was a reason that Levi was known in his own world as Humanity's Strongest, and that reason had not had anything to do with irony. He was well aware, however, that he was a bit on the tiny side as far as stature went, and had already heard all the jokes that went with it. "What?" He asked, looking all the more surly, like he was just daring Dean to say something. Not that Dean had a bad smile, or even that Levi was offended by it. Quite the opposite, in fact -- he was ruggedly handsome in a nearly distracting sort of way.
And really, if someone smiling too much was a reason to feel defensive, Levi needed to get his shit together.
"I don't know?" Why it came out as a question, even he wasn't sure. But Levi traced his fingers over the leather of the seat wonderingly. It felt nice, sort of. And the way the machine moved over the road was smooth. Powerful. Maybe not in the same way a horse was, but still. "Not sure where I'd start. I don't even know how to drive." He offered a thoughtful pause, and looked away from Dean toward the little knobs and dials on the -- place by the wheel. Surely there was a word for it, but fuck if he knew what it was. "It looks easy enough, though."