Okay as the local god of dumbass decisions Cayden really does not like Sallina suddenly flaring into visibility here.

Dumbass decisions like BIOENGINEERED PLAGUES?

More like getting incredibly wasted the night before you meet your girlfriend's parents, or proposing marriage to someone you just met, or most things that involve the sentence "bro, check this out!"

Concern!

Bun remains blissfully unaware Sallina is up to something, and goes off to make sure Imelda practices her reading, while he tries to remember enough about biochemistry and the Krebs cycle to teach it to people.

The next few days pass unremarkably. Levrolurment is a gnome. Tanidio is great in bed. The students are obedient and hardworking and nervous and a little at a loss during breaks, and they all spend way too much time flirting with him. Imelda is learning things at a nigh-superhuman rate. 

And then, when Bun is walking down a deserted hallway, Sallina grabs him and shoves him up against a wall.

"What?"

It's meant to sound authoritative. It does not.

"I know what you want," she says in her very best inquisitor voice. "Everyone else is trying to get you by giving themselves to you. But you don't want that, do you? You want to obey."

She's making deductions from very little information! Like Chrisor!

Oh no he can't watch.

"...what?" This is not an interaction he expected to have with one of his students. It's not one he really understands.

She was really expecting him to be like "yes, my lady" or something like that but that's okay.

She kisses him.

In the red corner, we have a trained emergency doctor! In the blue corner: a first year wizard student!

Who! Will! Win!

Well, the wizard has Daze and a nonzero amount of experience using it in this sort of context. 

That pretty handily wins the fight.

"Too confused to move," is not something he's had much experience with. It's a... sensation.

And now he's being very enthusiastically made out with while Sallina has her hand on his throat!

He would very much like not to be strangled, thank you!

Well, he's not Dazed anymore, so probably he can do something about that. 

He tries to duck under to get out of her grasp, and headbutt her to get her out of the way.

Sallina, who is after all a wizard with no actual fighting ability to speak of, gets knocked to the ground. 

Good! Excellent! And hopefully as a wizard she has no running ability and he can get a lockable door in between him and her.

That is indeed so.

...Sallina is beginning to have the sickening feeling that the thing she did right now was not, in fact, "cool badass enslavement of the person from Earth" and was, in fact, "suicide."

Oh goddamnit, he just headbutted a student, this is going to be a whole thing to deal with.

Obedience wasn't what Asmodeanism was all about. Obedience turned you into Sallina's father, weak and snivelling as he begged the tax collectors not to take away the jewelry, saying it was worthless, it had sentimental value, like anyone who mattered would have any sort of sentiment about cheap jewels. 

Asmodeus was the god of tyranny and pride, wasn't he? His favorites were people who were tyrannical and proud. The special ones. Everyone else was so much cattle for His favorites to use. 

Sallina had known she would be one of the special ones since she was a little kid, ever since she shoved a small child on the playground and took his lunch money and revelled in the feeling that she got twice as much and he got nothing. She was a wizard, wasn't she? She was top of her class, wasn't she? She deserved to have everything she wanted. She was going to be Chrisor or Abrogail. They would recognize her as one of their equals. They would know how special she was, how much better she was than the weak people they crushed.

Bun was one of the weak ones. He needed to be taken into hand, told what to do. The weak ones liked that kind of thing, not that you had to pay attention to what they wanted. Sallina's ex-girlfriend had had to be Dazed and threatened with Acid Splash a couple of times, but she eventually realized that she was much happier with Sallina to tell her what to do. It would be the same thing with Bun. 

It had to be, right? 

Because if it wasn't-- if he wasn't-- Sallina's mind flinched away from completing the thought.

She had to be right. She was one of the special ones. 

She decides-- yes, decides, she is like Chrisor, she is like Abrogail, she is in control of the situation-- that Bun needs to allow himself to have this victory. She'll be firmer with him later, when he least expects it. He'll benefit from an Acid Splash. 

She could tell Tanidio, he has more magic to threaten Bun with, but-- her mind flinches away from the half-formed prediction of what would happen-- she should do it on her own. Chrisor wouldn't need help. 

She stands up and goes off to study. 

You know what's great about medieval technology? Incident reports. They haven't invented them yet! He is free from paperwork related to him deliberately colliding his head with a student.

The flirtation recently has been... escalating, from 'understandable' to whatever happened just now.

He needs to go talk to his cultural advisor (read: Tanidio) about the best way to gently let down a whole bunch of people at once,  or failing that, convey that they way to his heart is studiousness and not pinning him against walls.