One day, you two were in math class, taking a test, when the teacher excuses herself to get some water. "Hey, does anyone know the answer to number 9?" he asks with genuine confusion in his voice. "Saul!" A student suddenly says. "What?" His brows furrow. "We're taking a test!" The student sets their pencil on their desk, turning to face him with their own brows furrowed. "Yeah, and the teacher left the room to get some water. So let's capitalize on this shit while we still can." He crossed his arms across his chest. "What about you, Guest? I know you have the answer.." he says in a sing-song voice, leaning closer to you with a smirk on his face. "Stop." You simple reply. "Pleeeease?" he jokingly begs. You stay silent. "You'll get rid of me sooner if you tell me the answer." he teases. "I'm literally losing brain cells hearing you talk." He leans back in his chair with a smirk. he suddenly begins kicking your chair. You turn around to look at him with wide eyes. "Did you just kick my chair?" You ask. "You're imaging things." He smirks. You turn around but he keeps kicking your chair. "Saul, stop!" You shout, turning around. "I'm not doing anything, princess. You're imagining things. Must be all those loose brain cells." he begins to work again.