"Okay," Levi said, suspicion in his tone before he gave up on it, because really, there was no point in being antagonistic. If Dean wanted to smile, he could smile. Hell, the whole point of this was having a good time, so really it was probably just Levi in the wrong. So, he relaxed and sat back a little more, leaning into the seat.
"Self teaching sounds best," he went on, thoughtful. "I'm better at that. I can... drive other things. Harder things, probably." Which was true - the 3D maneuver gear from his own world was practically driving through the sky. Breaks, directions, hitting the gas. And hell, he could do all that at breakneck speeds while wielding swords. A few pedals in a metal tank on the ground would be a walk in the park. "Still." He made something of a face, "Why are there always so many rules? A test to take a test? Who makes these things up?"