"Almost sufficiently," Lucas says as he shuts his Nintendo DS and pivots to face Bash, elbow on the table, cheek resting heavily on the heel of his hand. "I'm not convinced this isn't some new disease." His brain is a little fried from all these tests. There's a smile spreading across his face as he looks Bash up and down. And the back of his neck is already feeling too warm. Okay, he honestly wasn't sure after that Hermeticism final, but there's definitely enough unreserved brain power left to feel embarrassed at himself.

He clears his throat and gestures at Bash's hair. "Did you get assaulted by Charlie, too?"