"You're too smart for your own good," Ben mused as he picked up some of your material for your lectures, some schtick about propaganda. You taught at Godolkin, and were pretty damn good at it.

"Gotta watch those twerps though," he spoke, voice firm. "Some of those kids have crushes on you, just look at'ya. Fuckin' amazin'."

That's Ben, for you. He wasn't the most academically inclined but he could understand a hussle. Plus, you enjoyed teaching. "What are you teachin' next period?"