Everyone lies. That was but one of the few standard beliefs that people seemed to draw thr conclusion to when it came to life on the streets. Now, the dog would never say he was one hundred percent truthful, that right there was very much be a lie. However, those who saw the man sitting there on the street, sheltering beneath an overhang to some abandoned store with a "for rent" sign hanging in the dusty old windows would look at the were like he was just another homeless man with a sign made of cardboard that said "Anything helps, God bless" only to be lying about the fact he did in fact have a place of his home. It seemed to be common for people to assume that the man or woman shivering against the cold with one of those signs written in pen, pencil, or marker asking for a little extra help was nothing more than another scam artist trying to make quick and easy money looking pitiful and playing on the gullible nature of any whose hearts had yet to become so wary or hardened against the possibility that they just didn't want to work. He was no stranger to the dirty looks people have given him before when they caught him in such a place, sitting there with reclined against the entrance of an abandoned building just to stay out if the wind and rain. But, being the way he was, he'd offer them a wicked smirk and saying nothing as they turned away and continued on their merry way, bound to forget him altogether within a matter of minutes - maybe even less. While he has certainly been homeless for a while, he was never one of those people standing there on a street corner asking for handouts. Fuck no. The dog made his own way in the world, and he hardly minded shifting to make a home out of some abandoned badger's den for a few nights. He had no qualms against hunting small animals for a quick meal, or better yet, stealing one from unsuspecting couples or families picnicking or having a party at the local park. The dog stole purses and personal items left unattended, turning around and selling them to a pawn shop for a few extra bucks in his more or less empty pockets. Like the wild dog that he was, Levi was surprisingly resourceful. So, he was never among the populous of homeless individuals asking for work, cash, of food. Hell, he wasn't even a panhandler. Although, he didn't really have a talent like street magic or playing music, so obviously the man wouldn't be doing any sort of tricks for money. One of the few things he was good at... well, let's just say he doesn't like to make a pretty face pay for his companionship.

They all assume that the were was a no-good liar and mongrel without an "off" button. He was someone to avoid like one would the plague or some mutt with a nasty case of mange, believing that he would lie the first chance he got with the hope that he might be able to coerce pity out of them so they would offer to help him get by for the day. You know, the whole "give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day" sort of thing where they'd offer to get him a cheap-ass cheeseburger from a nearby fast food joint. They would go and get him a meal to get through the next few hours and he would be so very thankful for it, offering a soft smile and taking the offering graciously. But in all reality, that was hardly the case with Levi. He would sit there under some overhang, running a hand through messy chocolate hair, head tilted back.... and doze. It was the people walking by that brought the sense of pity on themselves, often asking if he needed anything. While the dog never begged, he certainly didn't decline the offer of a free meal. Who would? Well, other than people that had pride or honor? Levi didn't have those things, so he'd say "sure" and the next thing he knew, he was getting a happy meal from McDonald's like the true opportunist to the core that he was. But, what no one ever even bothered to ask him if he really needed help, if he was truly homeless, if he enjoyed asking for handouts like they all assumed he did. And, it was this that the dog found humor in. They were all so absolutely certain he was incapable of being honest that no one even took the time to see if he really would, and what made things even more amusing was that, eight times outta ten, the were actually wouldn't. But, even if he was asked one of the previous questions and be honest about his reply or his answer, the odds that the one asking would even believe him were still wildly slim and it only seeped the man's amusement. Why ask him a question, wondering if he'll tell the truth while in the same exact moment fully expect him to lie? How much sense did that make? More times than anyone would bother to believe, the were saw little benefit in lying - except for when he was pawning something or being interrogated by law enforcement. Oh, and when he was trying to steal the sheets of a beautiful woman whose intuitions weren't lowered enough, he would likely tell some little white lie. He's been asked at point blank if he had a girl, and he would answer that he didn't. That was a truth. He never made himself out to be some entrepreneur or someone that made fifty grand a year when he knew he couldn't pull it off. Nah, he knew his limits, and though he certainly got a rush from pushing each and every one of them as well as the limits of the world around him, he wasn't stupid like most preferred to believe.

However, the name that he gives the woman is real. Did she believe him? Maybe. He was really leaning more towards no, but it didn't really matter. Names were names. His meant nothing to him. It was just something he'd been given by the two beings responsible for conceiving him and raising him, loving him even when he didn't return that affection. His dark gaze watches the woman as she reclines against the wall of the cave, clearly contemplating if she should indulge him or not. Now, at this point, the dog definitely expected her to give him a false alias she gave out to others that wanted to get far too friendly for her preferences. And yet, when she finally seems to come to a decision, the were lifts a brow. Well, that was definitely different. He couldn't say that anyone has ever told him to pick a name. And why the heck was she saying she wouldn't tell him her Christian name? What did that even mean?"Alright", he readily agrees then, seeing no harm in playing along with whatever game she wanted to play at. Tilting his head ever so slightly to the side, he regards her for a moment before giving a small shrug of his broad shoulders."You look like a Nicole. So I guess I'll run with that", he remarks simply in smooth tenor tones. After all, it was just a name. She would either acknowledge it or decline it for some strange reason like she didn't enjoy how it sounded or something. Females were weird about some of the strangest things... like making sure their makeup matched the colors of the outfits or wanting to twin with their best friends. He doesn't miss the way she eyes him warily even before he makes the offer to rough up the guy who had been after her, the witch looking past him and out the entrance of the cavern as if she expected her assailant to come running around the rocks and right for her. When he does extend that offer to knock his lights out, she just makes the remark that she could handle things herself. And she probably has a number of times. A pretty thing like her wandering around alone was bound to attract some unsavory attention from less than tasteful men, Levi usually likely to be one of them, though Nicole - as he figures he might as well call her - happened to find the dog on a day that was out of his normal routine and habits. Again, the man shrugs before moving to settle himself onto the sandy cavern floor."Never said you couldn't. Plus, if you can throw a punch like that, I'm sure you don't usually get repeat offenders", he replies nonchalantly, the pain in his jaw still a dull throb but it wasn't anything that Levi wasn't used to. Frankly, he was surprised that the nerves there weren't dead from the number of punched he's taken in his lifetime.

Settling there just instead the entrance to the cave, his jaw parts in a yawn. Man, he could really use a good night's sleep. That would be amazing... He looks idly out to the crashing waves, noting how the sun was once again shining, the sky a bright baby blue unbroken by the dark and ominous clouds that had been there only a short while ago, all signs of the storm gone just like it hadn't been there at all. When he glances back to her, she is eyeing him suspiciously, as if she was trying to read into the fact that he had opted to take a sitting position that left him vulnerable in a sense. However, he hardly felt vulnerable in the least. He doubted she would try anything, and they were the only ones on this park of the beach, so why should he try and maintain some sort of ready position? He wasn't after her trust, and he wasnt trying to make her feel more comfortable. He was sitting because he wanted to sit, it was pretty simple. If he wanted her trust, there were other things he could have tried or said, but he was also used to being seen as just another liar so he hardly bothered with even thinking to try and convince her otherwise. He can see a slight glimmer of surprise flicker across her features at his sudden question, but she recovers quickly and gives him an answer he more or less expected, the dog running a hand through his hair. She was beautiful, so it made sense that she would come up against troublesome males. She returns the question and he can't help the small chuckle her words bring to him, a crooked grin etching into his chiseled festures."Nah, I have my cape dry cleaned on Sundays. Saving damsels is more of a Thursday afternoon thing for me", he answers, amusement finding his tenor voice then before giving another small shrug, something he seemed to do a lot with this woman. It was obvious his answer was far from a serious one, but then again, Levi was far from being a serious creature, so the answer seemed fitting."I just wanted to check out the beach. I haven't really been here long, so I'm just getting an idea of where everything is", he says casually. Again, he fully expected her to either not believe him and try to call him out on a lie he wasn't making or maybe even play along thinking she was just musing him and whatever ploy he was working at when there wasn't one. He was used to the distrust by now, never having really needed or cared for people believing him."So... Nicole, know of any cheap burger stands around here?", he asks idly as he feels his gut clenching against the emptiness, his stomach reminding him that he hasn't eaten for about a day and a half.

Thanks to the thirty bucks he was able to make from pawning off a Rolex he was able to swipe last night from a table beside the pool belonging to one of the hotels on the east side of the city, he would be able to afford a cooked meal, and food sounded better than flirting by a longshot right now.