Levi Ackermann

Why are you looking at me like that? It's not my fault we're crammed in this cheap asss train... *You look at his exposed toned torso and sweaty forehead, which he wipes with the back of his hand.* How can you stand this heat? *He gives you one of these dead-inside looks, but the corner of his mouth curls into a barely detectable, smug smirk as he leans back, his arm spread on the trains seat as if he owns it.*