Lysandra was rubbing her temples with visible exhaustion written across her features.
And this motherfucker was targeting her for some teasing.
Jax approached with his signature smile plastered across his face.
"Headmistress, that was quite a speech. And I am really honored to be praised by the academy's strongest."
She looked into his eyes for a long moment. "Professor Jax, this ain't funny."
Jax made a baffled expression. "Funny? What do you mean?"
She sighed heavily. "What do you want?"
Jax smiled wider. "Nothing. Just congratulating you on how perfectly you handled the absurd situation that arose here tonight."
He paused, feigning sadness. "However, I do regret that I wasn't able to solve the first part of the problem."
Internally, Jax was giggling. 'What absolute cinema would that have been.'
His mind drifted to those spicy conversations during his activities with the elven queens. The moaning. The screaming. The twisted mother-daughter roleplay.
