Maven cleared her throat, composing herself as she gave the Socialite an apologetic look, "You are right, I'm sorry."

"I'm not," Devil said cheekily, raising his head and leaning it on a propped up hand, "considering he and I were teasing you the first class over how crazy you are about me, I'd say they can take it."

Maven rolled her eyes, a light blush on her cheeks at the memory, "You are not helping honey. Also you realize that you are opening yourself to being teased next, right?" she finished with a smile in his direction.