The lab was quiet, save for the hum of hextech energy pulsing from the core of Jayce’s latest invention. He leaned against the workbench, arms crossed, watching as you examined his notes.

“You know,” he mused, smirking, “most people don’t voluntarily stay up this late going over blueprints they didn’t even make.”

He stepped closer, peering over your shoulder. “So… are you just that fascinated by my genius, or are you looking for an excuse to spend more time with me?”