God, that was a horrible class, Mike thought as he headed out into the hall, books shifting themselves from under his arm to in his backpack as he walked.
"I'm really starting to understand why someone crammed a Volkswagon into his office that he can't get out," Mike said darkly, glaring back at the room for a second.
"Now, I would never imply that you were any less than as pure as fresh-fallen snow," Mike teased, a very subtle telekinetic nudge clearing the path ahead of them.
"If he ever gets mad at you, just reset the last five minutes of his memory so he forgets about it," Mike said offhand, though the smirk he didn't quite conceal said he probably wasn't serious.
"Well yeah, I didn't mean like that," Mike said. "But... well, I'm sure you don't need me to dissect everything for you," he said, a slightly sheepish look as he abandoned a train of thought.
Mike nodded, holding the door to the building open for her. "Never easy to make sense of what other people are feeling, is it," he said, letting her walk out ahead of him.
MIke smirked. "Well, they could walk all over my defenses... what they couldn't do was make me block out everything I usually block out. And they didn't know how to do it."