Oliva sighed "you have good form, and obviously excellent firing abilities, but you like to show off. And more to the point, you like to show off to try an impress a woman eight years your senior. You're a child, Ren. Grow up, and grow up fast. If you're trying to impress someone, try and impress someone your own age. I won't say this again. I do not have anything other then a professional relationship with my students" she stepped closer, her expression deadly "a demon won't be impressed by your fancy shooting. A demon will laugh at you and the year your throat out. You are here to survive, not to pick up dates. Am I clear, Mr. Fukui?" Her tone was serious, and left no room for joking. She turned aside "kiddo, you're up"

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Cassandra decided she never wanted to be on the end of that look of Oliva's. Ren was clearly trying to impress, and it was clear that he had skill. She brushed back her hair, now watching Ren. She have him a same what nervous smile, before flicking her eyes to Oliva. 

Yes, she never wanted to be on the end of that lecture or that look.