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He rested his forehead against hers, his hands on her waist. "Uh huh. I'm sure."
"I like mischief!" she protested, kissing a line along his jaw.
(Zoop?)
"You're the owner of the school, right? So what do I do?"
He laughed slightly, kissing her temple. "Do you feel like you need to? Did your mystery adventure make you all stinky?"
"You say that now," he said with a heavy sigh, "but only because you feel badly for me."
"Oh, I don't know," she said with a shrug. "Your usual kind of behavior."
He frowned, watching her leave with concern reflected in his eyes.
She squinted with a frown. "You weren't supposed to agree with that," she said, sounding exasperated.
He nodded, sitting up. The bones in his spine cracked as he stretching, yawning slightly before standing. "Are you gonna take a shower?" he...
"I just don't get it," he continued, reaching over to tuck her hair behind her ear. "You don't want to be married to me?"
"Really?" she teased, pulling back slightly to look up at him. "No mischief?"
He nodded, obviously delighted. "Good choice."
She seemed a little impatient, raising an eyebrow. "So...? What do I do? Just throw myself into danger and hope that it sprouts some newfound power?"
He leaned into her touch easily, his gaze tracing her features. "Hm. Anyway, you mentioned the bed?"
"I don't understand," he teased, leaning back against the wall. "It's not good?"
"Mmhm," she said warmly, her hand bracing against his cheek as she kissed the opposite side of his jaw softly. "What have you been up to?"
His face brightened. "Really?"
"Well, how do I test that?"
He opened one eye to look at her. "That sounds ominous."
