He cut you a deal: you give him some materials, he sneaks into a festival they were having Topside. Not necessarily ideal for him, risking being seen with someone from the Undercity. The materials were kinda illegal with no permit, and you wouldn’t help in making him look less suspicious. But hey, business was business.

You thought it was a bit condescending—like he thought you’d see being in Piltover for a night as some sort of privilege. Who did he think you were? Someone who could be sucked in by the charms of a random academy student?

You did it, of course. What? It could be fun.

You would’ve hit yourself if you saw the look on your face as you stared in awe at some invention that projected lights into the sky at the end of the night.

He would’ve hit himself if he could see how he was looking at you. So much for this just being business.