“Oh, the class won’t be exciting. It’s numbers. Random squiggles that are meant to mean something. And the teacher, the two of you wouldn’t know because you weren’t here yesterday, is a crusty old man who’s mind is a little far gone. But suddenly my classmates are very interesting.” Jacob replied, casting a meaningful grin at Elise.<br/><br/>She understood what he was getting at. Both of them had been gone yesterday and he had done the math (but two and two together) and knew that Elise had been Max’s guide for the day. And he was making sure that Elise knew exactly what he knew, or guessed.<br/><br/>All of the classmates were staring at Max, even if he didn’t seem to be paying attention to them. There was a moment of irritation that flashed across Jacob’s face before he turned around, glaring at the others. “Stop staring, it’s rude. I know I’m Prince Charming but your eyes are boring holes into my flawless skin. Turn around and mind your own business,” he snapped. When he turned back to Elise, his grin was actually larger than it had been. He got his kicks from people listening to him.<br/><br/>When Jacob looked back at Max, the human was already staring out the window and spacing. “Well. I don’t know that I’ll get much conversation out of nightdreamer, here. What about you, Elise? How have you been, little snake? Or have you moved on from snake charmer to tarantella?”<br/><br/>Elise narrowed her eyes and Jacob waited expectantly for her answer. Snake charmer was an old reference to her belly dancing but the tarantella? That was a folk dance. The story behind it was that a boy was bitten by a spider and had to dance to a swift song in order to sweat out the poison. Jacob’s eyes seemed to shine slightly as he noticed her understand and glance at Max. She was about to reply when the teacher walked in and started class.<br/><br/>Elise was careful not to seem uneasy as she drew doodles in her notebook, taking notes only every now and then. She didn’t want Jacob to have any hints that his assumption was correct. The last thing she needed was him following her around. Or worse, following Max around.<br/><br/>Jacob leaned back in his chair a bit and crossed his arms over his chest. He listened to the teacher, but didn’t bother with any notes. As he listened he let his mind and senses wonder a bit. He could tell that Elise was slightly frazzled. And Mister Nightdreamer back there was in lala land. There had to be something amusing going on, at least. He couldn’t wait to find out what and cause a scene.