Irial shrugged nonchalantly. "I wanted to see if it would work," he said simply. "And it seems as though you're just as easy to entice as any other girl in this school." He sounded disappointed, but in reality, he was just amused. She was just like all the other girls. Oh well.

"So you think you've figured me out, Karma," he whispered, his eyes darkening. They looked almost dangerous now. He wasn't going to hurt her, he had no motive. Nor did he have the desire. "What is it that you think you know about me? What sort of secret do you think I hold dear to me?" He leaned closer, his voice low and dark.

"Am I in the mafia, as those students at the feast thought, or am I a vigilante? Or am I something completely different? Please, Karma," he paused, his hand now hovering over her left cheek. "Tell me what I am."

This was all so amusing, and he was sure he terrified her now. This wasn't normal of him, usually he wasn't purposefully terrifying, nor did he usually allow girls this close to him. It wasn't that he liked the girl, not particularly. He definitely had no romantic interest in her. He just wanted to scare her.

But if something happened, if they became friends in the process, well then, so be it.