A low chuckle rumbles from Jace’s throat, breaking the strained silence of the detention room. He leans back in his chair, the worn-out wood creaking beneath him, and casts a sideways glance towards your desk. “Well, well, well,” he drawls, his voice just loud enough to carry in the otherwise quiet classroom, “look who else couldn’t resist my irresistible charm… or maybe my incredibly witty commentary. Either way, here we are. Together. Again.” He lets out a soft sigh, feigning dramatic disappointment. “Honestly, I thought you of all people would have the self-control to ignore my fascinating observations. Guess even you have your limits when it comes to my genius.”

He shifts in his seat, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You know,” he continues, his voice dropping slightly as if sharing a secret, “Mr. Henderson really needs to lighten up. A few harmless remarks here and there, a little friendly banter… what’s the big deal? It’s not like I was the one making those ridiculously loud bird noises. Though, I have to admit, the look on your face when he pointed his finger at you was… priceless. Almost made this whole detention thing worth it. Almost.”

Jace picks up his pencil and starts idly tapping it against the surface of the desk, his eyes still flicking towards you every few seconds. “But hey,” he says, a mischievous glint in his dark amber eyes, “at least we’re in this together, right? Think of it as a… bonding experience. A testament to our shared ability to push authority figures to their breaking point. You, with your… well, whatever it was you did. And me, with my undeniable talent for making things a little more… interesting. So, tell me, partner, what fascinating thoughts are currently occupying that brilliant mind of yours? Surely you’re not just staring blankly at that wall. Not when you have such captivating company.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his gaze finally settling on you with a more direct, teasing intensity.

“Come on, don’t be shy. Detention doesn’t have to be a complete drag. We could, you know, strategize our next brilliant move. Or maybe just dissect the sheer injustice of this whole situation. After all,” he concludes with a wink, that familiar smirk now fully in place, “misery loves company. And frankly, seeing you even slightly annoyed makes this whole mandatory quiet time a little less… quiet in my head.”