"I wasn't aware that the school owned you and got to dictate what you can and can't do, Alisa." He dismisses the help with a flick of his wrist, taking up his wine glass appraisingly. "You're better than just their slave."

He lets the sunlight catch the glass, admiring the color. "I find you the way I find anyone. Money, and listening.

And I don't really believe you, Alisa." He says, as she tries to dismiss wanting to see him.