The thug thunked Levi over the side of the head, as if to prove that they were 'super serious guys'. Didn't these people know something about asking politely? They didn't even say please. Maybe if they had, he would've told them. Or not. Either way, they didn't say please. Levi shook his head exaggeratedly, as if expressing his distaste to the group. "Tisk, tisk, tisk," he began, a tisk for every revolution of his head and a rather equally exaggerated 'high class' voice, "It's exactly these kinds of actions by knuckle-draggers that I find so very tasteless. No sense of dramatics or pride. They can't even entertain their guests! They might even be as tactless as to threaten to execute us! For shame. I believe these barbarians would even do so anyway, attempting to execute us should we give them our [i]valuable, much needed[/i] information about Monsieur Samuel Weaver." 

Oh, he would pay for that, but Levi felt so, so good about himself at the moment. Truly there was nothing better than irritating these folk. Though he probably shouldn't go too far. Probably. It [i]was[/i] pretty funny.