She watched him twitch and silently laughed. Yes, yes you do, you annoying little Noah brat. He thought. This is fun. She thought.
"It's not hard, Road. And you know all of this stuff anyway."
"No I don't." She pouted. Not that she expected it to do much. Lavi was hardly like her last tutor who tripped all over himself to indulge her. Instead, he poked her in the forehead.
"You speak the damn language already. Why the hell are you even here?" Of course, Bookman Junior always did ask the right questions. She hadn't decided whether that was the part she liked about him the most. Maybe it was how easily irritated he got when she was around him, how annoyed he seemed to be when she hung around Allen for too long.
"Why do you think, Bookman?" Road tilted her chair back, carelessly letting her skirts ride up with an ease that her father would probably scream at.
Lavi slammed the book onto her desk and hoped that his eyes weren't burning too much. "I think it's because you're a brat and you want to make my life hell."
Suddenly the chair slammed back down to the floor as Road leaned forward, her hands cupping Lavi's face in a vise-like grip. He didn't flinch to his credit, but she could feel him stiffen underneath her fingers. Like a jackrabbit caught in a cage. She moved closer as the crosses on her forehead appeared and her skin turned to a dark ash gray. Lavi tried to jerk his head back, but her hold was still strong. Road pressed her forehead against his.
"You're so smart, Lavi. I think that's what I like about you the most."
In retrospect, he thought as he washed his face for the tenth time, at least she didn't kiss him.