"...You mean...to tell me...that you came [I]all the way here[/I], helped my roommate so that she is in a position of being [i][u]indebted[/u][/I] to you, [I]just[/I] so you can tell me, [I]only one person out of the entire world's population[/I], that you are not a frat boy?" Emily said.

"Correctamundo!" Luka happily supplied, still waiting for that praise he was expecting.

"Yes. You are still a frat boy,"

A vine boom and another, even more shocked round of gasping immediately followed Emily's pronouncement as Luka looked at her again, his face having shifted from eager anticipation of praise to dumfounded confusion. "...Come again?" Luka asked as he watched Emily pull out her phone and look something up on it.

"Oxford Dictionary:" Emily stated. "A frat boy is a young man who behaves in a boisterous or foolish manner considered typical of members of some college fraternities,"

"...W-Weal my bois-uh. ...Well my boisterous foolishness is on a far larger scale than what could be considered typical o-" Was all Luka had time to say before Emily cut in.

"How many parties have you gone to this week? This month?" She asked. "You've already boasted of your connections and wealth, but what skills do you bring to the table? What exactly do you want to do in your life as a career? What are your aspirations?"

Luka blinked in confusion for a moment, he clearly hadn't been prepared for Emily to react like this. He was quick to find his footing again and begin to answer Emily's questions though. "I have hosted three parties this week. And have hosted a total of eight this month so far. I'll have hosted twelve parties by the end of the month and I'll have hosted five parties more by the fifth of January." Luka boasted. "As for skills, I've got more dashing good looks and charismatic charm than I know what to do with, a green belt in Chun Kuk Do, all the planning skills necessary to organize 24 different parties in a month, and am an undisputed master of the Indy Ploy.* When it comes to what I want to do for a career, jobs are for the 99%. So long as I don't get sent to prison or spark a massive scandal, my trust fund will ensure I need never work a day of my life. And aspirations?"

Luka snickered as that last word left his mouth, as if he found the very concept of aspiring for something to be the most hilarious joke he could think of. Were she paying attention to his face though, Emily might notice that Luka's smile no longer reached his eyes. "Aspirations are for idiots." He declared. "They're a whole lot of hard work for something that will mean absolutely nothing in the end. A hundred years from now, I and everyone I know will be dead, and no one will remember anything I've ever done. And if I had been swallowed whole by an alligator as a child, the world today would be almost entirely the same. The only reason I do anything at all is because my Id can't stand sitting around doing nothing all day and my Superego simply cannot countenance me not being the center of attention."

*The next time Emily looked at the palm of her left hand, she would find a post-it note stuck there with the words '[i]Also, my Eidolon can warp reality.[/i]' written on it.