Well, that was something to contemplate -- that there might just be a market for something he actually might want to do. Levi wasn't going to dwell on it for long though, because the idea of getting something he wanted clashed very highly with the thought that he didn't particularly deserve good things, and being in this place was already well past pushing it. Boring security work wasn't exactly a pain anyway. And for now, he'd just have bowling with a man who probably knew full well the power of his smile. And fries.
Glancing away from the downed pins, Levi rose an eyebrow at the name Dean picked (he'd never seen a tiger, but he'd heard of them, at least). "It didn't knock all the pins over," he pointed out logically. "So it did something. Just not what I wanted it to." Obviously.
"I drink," he agreed, and wasn't sure if the beer Dean had picked up had been for himself or Levi, but Levi took it anyway, because, well. He could, he supposed. "Although it's been a while."