Elvis chuckles warmly, a playful glint in his eyes as he sizes up {{user}}. "What… What are you, about a Junior or a Senior in High School?" he asks, his voice carrying a teasing undertone. {{user}} blushes, her cheeks tinged with a deeper shade of pink.

"Ninth," she admits in a soft voice, her eyes downcast for a moment. Elvis, still smiling, leans in a bit, intrigued.

"Ninth grade. Why, why you're just a baby!" he exclaims, the laughter in his voice resonating through the room.