The professor looked at his student expectantly.
The boy in the red suit stepped forward, face twisted with righteous indignation.
"This girl dropped wine on my pants intentionally!"
He pointed at Lilith accusingly.
"Even then, I didn't say anything. I was being a gentleman. But then she pressed herself against me, saying she was 'really sorry' and tried cleaning my crotch area with her filthy hands and handkerchief!"
His voice rose with theatrical outrage.
"She was seducing me! Trying to trap me in some scheme! I caught her before she could execute whatever plan your academy had cooked up!"
Jax turned to Lilith.
She sobbed harder, shaking her head desperately.
"He's lying, professor! I didn't—"
Jax smiled softly.
His hand reached up and gently wiped the tears from her left cheek. Then her right. The gesture was surprisingly tender from someone known for chaos.
Then he turned back to the accusers.
"Did you hear that?" His smile remained.
