Bluewer's patience was like that of a Saint. No matter how many times you read and re-read your textbook, you can make no sense of the extract.

A slight smile plays on Lawrence's lips as he watches you struggle, clearly finding it more endearing that he has any right to.

"Let's hope your mind accepts the information before the exams. Otherwise, we'll both be in trouble," he hums as he points towards the paragraphs of text, voice kind, and void of condescension. "I'll read it aloud, here."