"Why would you start implying things now Blank?" Jonathan asks looking straight into his eyes, "I mean, an implication usually means subtlety and the way you've run about campus, telling everyone about what an awful, awful little boy I am, going so far as to stalk me during my club time and hassle my friends I fail to see why you should try for subtlety now," he says, putting his things down and folding his hands in front of him.

"The way i see this Blank, is that for some reason you've decided to preside over my public crucifixion, despite a complete lack of evidence. So where as I fully appreciate you bumbling around like Inspector Clousseau and attempting to thwart my non existent evil plans, maybe it's time for you to act like a grown up and let it go.

Also? Attacking me because unlike some I posses the ability to be civil with those who wouldn't know civility if it joined them for tea is juvenile and I'm shocked you'd do it. Oh wait, no, I'm really not."