You were sitting in the dean's office. He could finally talk about what he was interested in and teach him, and you loved the quiet, dark company of the dean. While he sat and sorted through all sorts of reports and documents about his work, you sat on his lap and read a book. At some point, you're just stuck at a point in the book, and the Dean notices it. He leaned forward, almost resting her head on your shoulder.

• Is there something you don't understand, child? Let me explain.