Fred smiled joyfully, leaning forward in his desk, an indignant squeak coming from his shirt as he moved his limbs, "Woops," he remarked with the cross of his arms.
"What's with you fancying haughty girls to mess with? Since when did that happen?" the ginger haired male asked before adding, "The half true part being that you DO spend your time with sheeps. There's rarely any harlots in Veritas."