Benjy sighed, rolling his eyes. "You know, I not morally opposed to beds or something, like everyone seems to think I am. I just don't want to give fucking Torin a chance to assault me again." He finished his half-assed folding of his second blanket and set it down on top of the first one on the top of the battlement. "He's still out to get me, which is ridiculous, considering that none of this whole stupid business was my fault. He curses my bed for no reason, breaks my nose, and then acts like it's all my doing." He snorted derisively. "I will not be sleeping in that dorm until he apologizes for being a goddamn neanderthal, thank you very much."
He paused. "Sorry for ranting. Sort of. I suppose you could always leave, if I'm boring you," he added, purposefully adding a hopeful note to his voice. "I shudder to think that you might get bored of my company." Benjy supposed it would be too much to hope for that she would leave, though. He looked down at the unread textbooks and unfinished homework he had brought up with him hours before and sighed. Well, it wasn't going to get done now. He bent down to the floor and pushed them into a pile.
He couldn't hold back a smirk as he straightened up again, idly nudging his book pile with his foot. "Oh, you know me too well, darling," he declared. "I simply cannot decide which I find more utterly enthralling, your charming repartee or your tactful, ladylike approach to physical confrontation. Really, I'm shocked that I'm not just Stalker #5, in the long line trailing after you." He leaned back against the battlement next to where his blankets sat, continuing to smirk at her.