Tegan sighed, and sunk into a chair across the room from him, and rolled her eyes at his semantics. "I don't care who was not paying attention, Roe, I just can't go to school with you hanging around my ne- What?" She asked, sitting up straight. "What do you mean you 'enjoyed my thoughts'?" She asked, eyebrows drawing together. "Can you read minds, now as well? God dammit, Roe, what else can you do?" She demanded, weariness of the surprises creeping into her voice.<br/><br/>"You're the sexiest thing I've ever met, you can shape shift, you can fix tiles, you can materialize things out of thin air, I'm pretty sure you used telepathy last night, and now you can read my thoughts?!? Did you ever think that I may want to keep those to myself, Rosuriel? My head is not supposed to be traipsed in on!" She was up and pacing, yelling, ranting, throwing her hands out and to the sides, and stamping into the carpet.<br/><br/>She was scared, she was tired, and she couldn't take much more of it. "What are you, anyway, Roe? I figure if you exist, then there's a hell, and I'm going to it, so what are you, and what can I expect when I die?" She asked, sinking back down into the chair, and putting a hand over her face.