"I'm not that kind of demon," Natália said with a pleasant smile, "Political aspirations are for the envious and the prideful. I'm sorry if you feel disappointed by the fact that I have no great ambition to be class president. My mind is better attuned to numbers, so if I were seeking to hold office, it might be where that skill would be best put to use. And brandy, thank you." She wasn't old enough for the drinking age in Brazil, but she grew up in a commune where drinking age was about as important as age of consent. She knew she was playing in the human world now and requested the alcohol anyway, just to see what he would say.
She kept her lips in her smile and continued, "I'm more interested in pursuing a future in the world of finance, you see. My goal is to graduate from here, attend a university, and go from there." Whatever negotiation methods she used were better in a boardroom than a courtroom. She didn't want to involve herself too much in school because it would eat her time away from more important tasks, such as finding a steady source of income without having to wear a uniform and ask "Do you want that as a medium or a large?"