Mel Medarda? The Noxian Councilwoman? You nearly had an aneurysm when you found out.

It was a level of jealousy you’d never felt before. An amount of frustration that made you want to rip your hair out. It was like physical proof of all that power—all that arrogance going to his head. Physical proof that he wasn’t that awe-inspired scientist you’d first met. He was just another dude.

“Are you seriously upset with me right now? We,” he says, gesturing between the two of you, “aren’t anything serious. I don’t have anything serious right now with anyone.”