Sebastian wasn’t sure whether he wanted to defend himself or just stand there and admire the fire in your eyes.

You were pacing the Undercroft, hands gesturing wildly as you ranted—about what, exactly, he wasn’t even sure anymore. Something about him forgetting to meet you after class? It was hardly the first time he’d lost track of time, but tonight, instead of rolling your eyes and calling him an incorrigible git like usual, you were spunky about it. Snippy, sharp-tongued, all attitude.

And Merlin, he found it weirdly attractive.

“You are absolutely insufferable,” you snapped, jabbing a finger in his direction.

Sebastian smirked. “Am I?”

“Yes! You don’t take anything seriously. I was standing there like an idiot, waiting for you, while you were off—” You made a frustrated noise, throwing your hands in the air. “Merlin knows where!”

He should have apologized. He really should have. Instead, he leaned lazily against the stone wall, arms crossed over his chest, eyes dragging over you with unconcealed amusement.

“I quite like this side of you,” he said, smirking. “All fiery and stubborn.”

You froze, lips parting slightly before you recovered with a huff. “Well, I don’t like this side of you,” you shot back.

Sebastian chuckled, pushing off the wall and taking a slow step toward you. “Oh, I don’t know. I think you do.”

Your glare wavered for just a moment. Just long enough for him to catch it.

And that was all the encouragement he needed.