Brady laughed as she made a snarky comment on his anatomy, and he looked to his pile of food and took a few bites as she spoke to him, "Dear if I really wanted you, nothing would stop you from falling faster then an iron beam," He chuckled. He had to protest somewhat, her rigorous study regiment was unbearable, "Mia, if you make me go over an entire module, I'll end up digging my eyes out with a dull knife," He scowled, "There has to be some middle-ground where we can compromise," He said. Her evil smile definitely had crushed what morale he had in the belief that they could find a middle ground though. 

He rolled his eyes as he saw the cheerleaders, he glanced over to Mia as they commented on her apparel, also calling her the witch. Seems they knew each other, a lot better then he thought they did. Her middle finger to them was rather bold, and he actually kind of liked it. Not enough girls stood up to these girls he tried to not hang around too much with. He smiled a fake smile back to the ladies as they gave him a few flirty giggles, probably hoping that he'd side with them as they stood there in front of the two of them, bashing Mia, purposely asking him why he was sitting with her. 

Mia definitely sported a pair of claws, and used them very well against these women, and he had to hide his mouth as he tried not to laugh at the mockery she made of their voices. It was rather accurate, he had to admit. She finally looked up from her magazine and glanced to him, making him shrug his shoulders, "I don't know, it's a free country last time I checked and I should be able to sit wherever I want, we don't have a caste system so why do you care?" He asked, looking from Mia, and then to the cheerleaders.