Dante tsk’d. “Snorting is hardly ladylike or befitting a woman destined to sit upon the King’s knee.” He tapped his thigh again, as if patiently trying to teach a child or animal, his eyes challenging her to continue to disobey him and just [i]see[/i] what he would do next.
But alas, the school bell rung. The lesson had flown by for Dante (who had never picked up a single implement or bothered writing anything down) and while some would say it was because he skipped a lot of the lesson, he would put it down to this strangely mysterious blonde girl and her ability to completely ignore his powers.

Or perhaps some sort of immunity he could wear down? Dante smirked at her. Now [i]that[/I] could be fun.

“Where are you going, my dear?” he cooed after her as she swiftly headed towards the exit. “Verily, the King grows grey with solemnity! Wherefore art thou going my lady? The King wast going to compliment thy hair for it's likeness to golden silk. Many a sweet lady across the land would envy thee for less from me.” His voice raised in volume the further she went, but soon she had disappeared around the doorframe. 

Dante relaxed back into his chair, long fingers drumming against the fine wood table. Well then, what to do now?

He smiled as his fingers brushed against paper underhand. What a [i]terrible[/i] shame she had left these notes behind. It would be such a chore to return them to her... perhaps he would later. Or burn them. One of the two.

[@Arista]