Levi starts a little, having not quite expected a voice out of nowhere. Loki is stealthier than most who've approached him. He turns to look at the stranger, brow creasing a little because he's from the turn of the 20th century and those are, to his eyes, some strange-ass clothes. It's the Nexus, though, so that's bound to happen.

"Thanks, I think," he says with a wry smile. Drawing in public always draws spectators, so after a moment of studying the god and gauging whether he needs to feel unsafe around him, he decides to settle and go back to the work. "It's just sketching. I work in oil when I have a big idea. Or murals. I used to do a lot of murals back in the day. That was just to make money, though. Big adverts or prettifying public spaces."