"Looks like you got quite busy yesterday…" Beon muttered, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly.
Riley blinked, then instinctively pulled at the collar of his white, baggy shirt—but it was too late. Beon had already seen it.
"…Well," Riley started, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "the girls got a bit excited. It was our first date together with everyone so—"
"Shut it, brat. I can already see that," Beon cut him off, scoffing as his gaze swept briefly toward the red mark peeking out from beneath the gap in Riley's scarf and shirt. "Tch… you're lucky that thing's loose, or you'd be walking around the estate looking like you got attacked by a mana leech."
Riley coughed into his hand, barely holding back a laugh.
"I don't mind you having fun with your girls every now and then," Beon continued, his voice rough but lacking the edge it once had. "But try and appoint it at proper times, will you? You do remember you've got a test today, right? You should've gotten actual rest."
