The Brash Devil grinned as soon as Tailor walked in. Man, did they look like shit.

He waited until Tailor sat down, glanced over to make sure Maven was engrossed in conversation with another classmate, then after finishing up the scone he walked over. He grabbed a chair in the row in front of Tailor, turning it to face them. He was leaning back, seemingly not anywhere in Tailor's personal space like he would be if he leaned forward.

"So," he said in what would have been a casual voice if it weren't for the grin on his face, "how are you today?"