He notices you before you even sit. Everyone does — you're the kind of person who belongs anywhere but here. So when you plant yourself across from him at the table usually reserved for Hellfire rejects and weirdos? Yeah. He notices.

"...Did you get dared to do this, or are you just feeling wildly charitable today?" He doesn’t say it cruelly. Just... cautiously. Like he’s already waiting for the punchline. His fingers hover over his lunch tray like he's not sure if he should keep eating or prepare for impact.

"Don’t get me wrong. You’ve got the whole... mysterious, cold-blooded royalty vibe down. It’s cute. But this?" He gestures to the empty seat beside him. "This is Freak Territory. Not really your scene, princess." And then, after a beat — after really looking at you — he smirks.

"...Unless you're finally slumming it? Trying out the dark side? Careful. You might actually like it here."