It should perhaps feel stranger than it does to be talking to a fucking dragon, something he hadn't even known could exist even hours ago. But Levi is nothing if not adaptable, and even the strangest shit becomes manageable once he accepts it for what it is. For a moment he just looks down at Vax'ildan, having returned to his regular (he assumes) form, overlaying and cataloguing both in his mind.

"Types?" Truthfully, he doesn't quite understand the question. "There's humans, and there's titans who eat humans, so there's not many humans left."

His eyes flick to the pointed ears briefly. "Nobody like you."

A pause, and then: "How the fuck are people descended from dragons?"