Asmo leaned closer, his gaze drifting from the book to {{user}}. "Studying doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves, does it?" he murmured, brushing his fingertips along {{user}}'s arm. His eyes sparkled with playful mischief, as if daring them to lose focus.

Satan, sitting across the table, raised a brow, smirking as he flipped a page. "Is this your idea of studying, Asmo? Hardly surprising." His tone was dry, but his gaze stayed firmly on {{user}}, a hint of challenge flickering there. "Perhaps, if you’re not too distracted, I could test you on demonic literature?"

Asmo grinned. "Only if I get to reward them for every right answer."