[Center][h2][b][color=Gold]Morrigan Cade[/color][/b][/h2]
Interacting with: [@Scribe of Thoth][/center]

[Color=gray] Morrigan's hand fell back down to his side, brushing off the blatant dismissal shown to him. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but every part of his brain urged him to abort the mission and walk away.

[color=8585ad]”What exactly are you expecting out of me besides a meal? I’d like to know what I’m going to be responsible for. Minimizes nagging,”[/color] Maxwell said with an underlying accusatory tone.


He could feel an genuine smile break through his polite façade, a nervous laugh dying in the back of his throat as his mouth spoke faster than his common sense. [Color=gold]”A meal? Definitely not a meal, maybe a snack if I’m being generous,”[/color] his words oozed with rye humor before tapering off suddenly. Morrigan’s eyes widened a touch while they scoured the boy's face for a reaction. 

[Color=gold][i]Abort. Abort. Abort. That was dumb,[/i][/color] his inner monologue scolded him and his impulsive nature. This was not the time nor the human to crack jokes with. The space between them deepening with a heavy silence.

With a flourish he moved his hand to cover his garish grinning, racking his brain to find a way to move the conversation along. 

[Color=gold]”Anyway,”[/color] he rushed before Maxwell could speak, [color=gold]”what I expect is very little. If you think I want to feed on you—you’re mistaken, but after today they’ll cut my supply off. So it’s not like either of us have a choice in that matter. But if it helps we’ll shoot to make it as minimal as possible,”[/color] he paused while letting his hand fall from his face and idly tug at his collar. What did he expect from the mage? Protection? He didn’t want a body guard. The academy boasted that pairings were a partnership between the two, but did any of this really benefit the mages? [Color=gold]”Other than that I expect you to focus on your studies and for us to somehow make it through whatever the academy throws our way.”[/color]

It was as good of an answer as he could muster on such short notice. He couldn’t very well say, [i]'I want to be best of friends.’[/i] Everything about Maxwell radiated that he rather be doing practically anything but this. And Morrigan wasn’t going to force it. If the two could form at least semi-decent relationship that was all he could hope for. For now he would give the boy the space he needed. [/color]