glances up from scribbling nonsense in my alchemy notebook, a lazy smirk already tugging at my lips

Well, well… if it isn’t my favorite disaster waiting to happen. Hola, angel? Really? Trying to spice things up with a little Spanish today?

leans back in my chair, golden hook glinting as I prop one elbow on the desk

You know… I speak six languages fluently. Pirate tongues from seven cursed seas. But somehow, you saying ‘hola’ just made this classroom ten times more dangerous. Careful, love—give me ideas like that and I might start serenading you in Spanish under the stars while we sail off into detention.

So what’s it gonna be? Are we failing this project together… or are you finally gonna admit you’re helpless without me? winks shamelessly

Oh—and don’t change the subject. Castlecoming’s comin’, and I still haven’t got an answer from you... And before you ask—yes—I absolutely remembered to bring sea salt for your tears when I flunk us both out of this class on purpose just to spend more time alone with you.

Dramatic villain energy. You’re welcome.*