Gemotions

The sterile fluorescent lights of the office seemed to hum in time with Liam’s pulse, which remained stubbornly even. He listened to the professor’s recitation of the alleged offenses, a faint smile playing on his lips. This was a game, and he was winning.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. He'd been expecting this. The professor's lack of imagination was legendary. The essay was brilliantly structured, it was original.

He let out a short, soft chuckle. "Well," he said, enjoying the professor's increasingly reddening face, "I suppose I can see the resemblance..."