Her sides and jaw were aching uncomfortably but Airlia didn't care, she wasn’t thinking about her discomfort, or the fact that she was half-naked, or even about how atrociously Slytherin Prince had treated her earlier. The only thing on her mind was how handsome Victor looked when he was at ease.

“That’s an interesting image you’ve got of me in your mind, Mondai,”
Oh if he only knew exactly what her impression of him was, he would probably sneer at her, make some cruel comment maybe, or maybe not... Airi didn't know and she had no intention of finding out anytime soon, no thank you. "Don't flatter yourself, it probably doesn't have anything to do with you," Airi replied, a short laugh leaving her pink lips.

And then he asked her what she thought of him and all the amusement and lightheartedness Airi had felt in the last ten minutes or so was sucked right out of her. The Ravenclaw tried to keep her face impassive, tried not to show her anxiety, but it was hard enough to control her emotions when she was sober, let alone when she was drunk and dead tired.

"What's my impression of you?" Airi repeated, trying to buy herself a little time as she thought of a way out of telling him the whole truth. Damn Cavendish! Damn Cavendish and his stupid, stupid inappropriate detention, forcing her into this horrid situation. "I think.... I think you're very clever... That you're the most hard working person I know, and I admire you... " Airi slowly said, blushing deeply, flustered beyond words. Please don't take my skirt, please don't take my skirt..