Midnight, the Half-Wolf
Mid nods and I stretch the book towards her with a charming smile so she can't refuse, "Please, please, please read this for me and write a little essay. I'll owe you something, I can even give you a foot massage while you do it."
"Okay," she agrees, without much thought and settles down to put her calves on my legs and open the book. I didn't mean the massage thing, but obviously I can't refuse now that she's agreed to help me, so I take one of her feet in my hand and start squishing it all over hoping that's a massage, "Oh, it's about Pythagoras. I know all about him."
"What, really?"
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