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Mr. Stark, please respect the rules of the library.

You're going to be blown away.

Come on, Miss Granger, have a little fun.

I don't doubt that for a second. I bet you do that to guys all the time.

There's nothing fun about drinks on books.

You'd be surprised, actually.

We won't spill. But we can save the wine and go back to yours or mine after the library.

Oh?

Ah, so the wine is to calm the nerves before we go home?

I'm not. I mean. I'm a bit of a know-it-all. Boys don't like that.

You make it sound filthy. Maybe a little, but not like that.

Boys are silly, you should be trying to impress men.

I didn't mean it to be! I meant like first conversation in person nerves.

I didn't know many interested men. I was at school.

I know, I figured, but it's fun to tease you a little. If you don't like it, tell me. It's just what I do when i like someone.

I'm sure that'll change quickly here.

I don't mind. I'm just not used to it, I think.

That might actually be rather nice.

Keep me around, and you should get used to it quickly.

If they don't appreciate you being a know-it-all, punch 'em. My Peg was great at socking it to jerks.

That almost sounds like a promise.

I did punch someone once, but he was being a complete arrogant little prat. He deserved it.

Does it? Hm. Wonder why.

Then I see nothing wrong in it.

I'll hold you to that.

It was a good punch, or so I was told.

[ not talking about time travel. ]

I can't see a reason I wouldn't flirt with you.

If you're left satisfied, whether it broke a nose or just was like a marshmallow, it's a good punch.

You might learn to think of me as just as insufferable as some other people did.

It hurt! That's what I remember most.

From what I've seen of you so far, I doubt it. I like dames that go after what they want, dames that are smart, dames who know how to punch. Apparently I have a type.

Even better.

I'm certainly smart and dedicated. If I have to fight for what I want then I'll do it, I just wish I didn't have to. It's hard, knowing that fighting is the only option sometimes.

You're a dreadful influence.

And so I'm failing to see why you would drive me, or anyone else off. (Other than that they were boys and not men.) And I don't like to admit failure, so that's a feat in itself for you.

I think that came through pretty clearly when I suggested sneaking alcohol into the library to get you to relax before I take you home with me.

Well, I was a girl and not a woman for a while, so it makes sense that boys would be the ones noticing me. I'm a woman now, though, so...

That sounds almost dangerous.

Here I'm trying to shower you with compliments, and you're just being logical.

I like it.

So is that an invitation?

It does, doesn't it? Don't worry, I'm very gentle.

I am highly logical.

An invitation to notice me? You've already done that.

And you're not the most dangerous thing I've ever faced.

Good.

I still feel like I should ask. To make sure it's not unwelcome.

You could pretend.

I don't mind being noticed. It's a little flattering, really.

Pretend that you're more dangerous than riding a dragon?

Good. I'm glad.

Are you trying to make me bite my tongue? Also: you've ridden a dragon?

I have! It was a bit of an emergency situation, though, so I don't recommend it for just a bit of fun.

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