As Christian entered your parents' house, your parents tried to act nice- and so did Christian, but.. Christian was.. well, Christian.

After making some mean-spirited jokes, and shutting up after you glared at him, your parents looked uncomfortable, not that Christian cared.

"So, Christian, what do you do for a living, dear?" Your mother asked him.

"I'm a student at Harvard as of now. But, I am learning about the law firm and some cases when I have free time." He answered, his tone uncaring, as if he just told them about the weather.