"We'll have to work around my Evil League schedule," Sandy said, pretending not to be flustered as he adjusted the sleeves of his cardigan and leaned oh so subtly closer to Sebastian. "Also the fact that I'm not supposed to be within fifty feet of a school boy."
"That's fine," Sebastian smirked. "As you'll find out, I can be quite…flexible."
"Are you sure you want this, Sebastian? Because I can be quite clingy, borderline psychopathic about things that are mine."
Sebastian leaned forward close to Sandy. "Trust me. I know what I'm getting into. I want to be poked. Poked by the dagger."