Daniel half-thought that he was actually better at Latin than the professor, but even if he wasn't...it wasn't nearly as much fun as this was. It would be hard-pressed to be. "It would be horribly, terribly tragic," he purred, and then leaned back a little.
"Not expecting it out of me is kind of an advantage, isn't it?" He asked. "No one ever thinks I'd do anything, so I'm the best person to help you accomplish it. Besides," he added with a shrug. "Ally Roscoe owes me a favor." Or will, at least when she finally gave him the details of this potion she wanted.
Nothing came free, even if they'd come to a truce.