"Good for you and good for Elea," he says immediately, repeating what he said a while ago.

Autor draws a breath through his nose, calming down and realizing, sheepishly, the immaturity of that display. "But what did you expect? You're consistently pushing me based on a situation you know nothing about."

He purses his lips, tackling the situation from a different angle. "You say everyone is teased in this manner, but it's foreign to me. As are the subjects of crushes--which I certainly do not have, thank you very much," he says, fully aware of his words running into one another. "If this teasing is normal, fine. I'll flail less so as not to arouse suspicion."

Autor can't quite articulate his disapproval of the wizard's forcing him to confront those nasty little emotions he's kept stuffed down into the festering tar pit of his soul. Really, he'd rather just kill the girl at this point.

He'd probably keep the little pink envelope she sent him, though.