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Alexander had never understood flirting. He couldn’t recognise it, he couldn’t do it, and he didn’t see any point to it—if interested in someone, why not just tell them? Although it made him come off as being terribly dense, at least it protected him from being played; flirting with Xan to get something would almost always result in frustration, possibly from both ends. And whilst he couldn’t pick up on stuff like that, arrogance—and what he thought was arrogance—was something as plain as the day to him. And for the most part, he wasn’t too fond of inflated egos—unless it was his own, of course. “You’re not that pretty,” he countered. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what to say in regards to her appearance or how he viewed it, but saying the opposite of what she believed felt right, if only to be difficult.

When she apologised, he almost felt bad for insulting her—almost being the keyword there. He ignored whatever regret was beginning to form and waved off her apology. “It’s fine, just don’t do it again,” he said. Now that he knew what she’d been doing, it’d be weird having her in his personal space; it was weird before, too, but would be more so now with his newly acquired awareness.