Alec gave her a look. "We're not in class, don't teach me shit," he said. Okay, he didn't read Socrates, or psychology. He had no idea what he was talking about. But he'd been told that his asking to be hit was a form of conditioning, by the shrinks here at this school, so he had an idea of the word. Who the fuck cared who coined it? How dare she attempt to impart knowledge to him unprompted. Rude. "You underestimate my commitment to hitting people. I will always be there to punch you when you need it."
Getting punched was much better when he could see it coming. It was a fact Alec hadn't even known existed. They could've given him literally any other younger student, but they had to give him the spunky one, who punched really hard, and talked too much. "Okay first," he punched her shoulder, not half as hard as she had punched him. Twice, the little brat. "You just had to punch me once. And second, don't laugh at my pain. It's rude. And frowned upon by important people at this school. Mostly me."