<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x94/Shadowphile/Michaelteaches.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michael Styx<br/><strong>Age:</strong>30<br/><strong>House:</strong>Slytherin<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Ferret<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>An expensive suit<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd, 2018 .... Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Akiko, Titus<br/><hr/><br/>Michael chuckled.  It was a rakish laugh.  "Did you notice how she slid that subtle dig in?" Michael asked Titus.  "Implying that I wouldn't be much of a challenge after she'd sparred with a master duelist.  She's a sly one.  One to watch."  He turned and shook a finger at Akiko.  "I'm going to have to keep an eye on you," he said.<br/><br/>Michael certainly wasn't going to mind keeping an eye on the young teacher.  She was certainly easy on the eyes.  "We can discuss specifics later," he said.  "I can brew us up something to drink and we can hammer out the details.  After dinner perhaps?"<br/><br/>He wasn't going to lie.  He wanted to spend time with Akiko.  Beneath her robes, she was dressed like a duelist, one who used a blade, rather than a wand.  It spoke of a certain level of thrill seeking that he'd be more than willing to indulge.  Granted, his own high risk activities usually ended in injury but that was more from bad luck than bad management.  With his own wand, he selected a piece of bacon, picking one that was chewy rather than crisp.  By the time it arrived, it had folded into a small bird.  He popped it into his mouth.<br/><br/>She could make of it what she would.  Perhaps she would see it as a sign that he wasn't to be underestimated.  Perhaps she would see it as a sign that he preferred his bacon chewy, rather than crisp.  Perhaps she wouldn't see it as a sign at all.