"I'm more interested in finance," Natália admitted freely, "And I have a few places lined up, so I'll keep it in mind." She wasn't going to run around showing off how clever she was because only the foolish did that. The game was always better played when the other person didn't know who it was they dealt with. She watched as Mr. Cavanaugh moved toward the armoire and admired the view from behind. At least she would have something nice to look at while she was here.
He spoke of Paxton Rivera, a name she knew of. "Yes, I'm aware of who he is," she said and that's it. The school had no reason to know the details of the demon world, or learn that Paxton—known to her world as Hturabas—had managed to earn himself a title and some influence. Too bad he had a little brother that others could use against him. It was all about how they could though because even if the hit was off the notorious Ecarubihr, demons were often trying to claw their way higher. Somehow.
But it was the fact he said there were still a few demons among the studentship that caught Natália's attention. Oh? Demons typically stayed in communes. They didn't leave communes unless they were being naughty. That was . . . intriguing. Something worth looking into later.
Mr. Cavanaugh's good looks were marred by an annoying threat. Really?She didn't roll her eyes but her expression of pleasantness shifted to mild annoyance, "It was a joke, Mr. Cavanaugh. No need to be draconic. Water will suffice." Because she lived with the constant worry that anything she did eat would cause her to gain weight. Her metabolism wasn't as swift as others and even with exercise, she had to be careful about what she put into her body. Goddamn glutton for a mother.