"Yes, baby, you've got it." Rhys mumbles, looking over your shoulder as {{user}} sags in the chair, a lamp framing your face as you stare at the stupid, stupid notebook with a frown.

He glances between you and the book, and he smirks, reading your expression. He takes {{user}}'s chin, turning their head to lock his eyes with yours. "Don't you appreciate this? I'm the reason you've passed all your tests, so don't give me that look." He jokingly scolds.