"You know," I began, my voice completely conversational as I regarded the two girls. "The problem with you both is that you're too easy."
The brunette stopped whatever she was doing. Her hand dropped from my chin, expression hardening. "...Excuse me?"
Down in my lap, the blonde also halted her movements. Her face snapped up and her brow furrowed in a mix of offense and bewilderment. "What did you just say?"
"I said you're easy. And boring," I grumbled, running a hand through my hair, completely venting the bitter irritation that had been festering in my gut since sundown. "There's no challenge. You both are just… offering yourselves up to me on a silver platter. There's no chase or anticipation. This is boring."
The two second-years exchanged a look that was clearly meant to question my psychological stability.
