Lev’s face is stony; they’ve put two and two together and they’re very much not a fan of the result. They raise a sardonic eyebrow at Jean, but not before taking a cautious step back, out of immediate reach of the wolf ... and of Jean's gloves, too.

"The Republic is like, as much a liberation for the ruling classes as it is for the likes of you and I," they say, with an icy emphasis on the you. Jean has not earned the familiar second person singular. They may never merit it, as far as Lev's concerned, right now. "There is only one King, nu? The King what cannot be mortal nor earthly. The living things in the World of Action cannot and must not be set above each other in no hierarchy. 'Tis a blasphemy."