"This is…"
She didn't finish it. Her thumb went back to the second sheet, to the line where the correction had landed ahead of the record, and stayed there. He had not crossed it out or tidied it.
"…the first page of yours I can use."
A compliment from Selenne usually came with homework attached, so Lucavion checked for the catch. The heat in her had gone steady and interested, with no hook in it that he could find. He let himself enjoy that for as long as it took her to look up.
"The rest is fine. Neat. In order. I'd have forgotten it by dinner." Her nail tapped the margin. "This one I'll keep."
"Do people not hand those in?"
"They hand in the clean ones. Proudly, mostly. I can't do much with those."
Then the glare came back, smaller this time and aimed at something specific.
"I didn't know you could write like this. Orderly. Like somebody who does it for a living." Her thumb flicked the stack. "I sat through your oral, so…"
