"Yeah, uh, that."

"Yeees...?"

"Uh.  All right.  You know, my friend has a cousin who has a neighbor who we're pretty sure is a switch."

She raises an eyebrow, then giggles. "Is that so. You do realize like ten percent of people are switches, right?"

"Yeah, of course," he says, but the look on his face indicates that he didn't realize the implications of that statistic until just now.

And Sadde being Sadde, she has to spell it out. "That means that on average one out of ten people you know are very likely switches. I think it's very unlikely your... friend's cousin's neighbor? Is the only switch you know. Unless your social circle has like twelve and a half people in it."

"I don't know, I feel like if I had friends who were switches they'd've told me."

"Right," she says, raising an eyebrow and smirking. "Do you also happen to have a third-degree cousin who your great-aunt suspects may not be monosexual?"

He looks confused for a second.  "I mean, yeah, pretty much no one's monosexual, it's not like it'd be weird to--" He pauses, and then grins.  "Ohhhhh, oh, yeah, okay, because there's a lot of switches, I get it."

Which means that at least some of his friends back home are switches and they don't feel like they can tell him.  He chews his lips and wonders if there's a way for him to let his friends know that he's okay with people being switches without them thinking he himself is a switch.

"Yes, indeed," she says, still smirking a bit.

That sure is a smirk.

"So, uh, looks like we've got everyone's role sorted out.  Nice to know."

"Isn't it just," she says, still giving him a certain look. "So, are you going to grab any food or did you decide to come to the cafeteria just to socialize?"

"Oh, yeah, I should probably eat something, since I'm here," he says.  "Be right back."

"Bring me a muffin," she suggests, given that she's almost done with her food.

"Yeah, sure," he says, because why not, he's getting up anyway.

About halfway there it occurs to him that that isn't really a thing that doms are supposed to do.  But he already said he would, and it would be rude not to.  Maybe he can say they were out of muffins?  ...they're obviously not out of muffins, Lewis, that's a bad plan.  He briefly considers just eating all of the muffins, mentally slaps some sense into himself, and grabs a muffin for Sadde.  He's not being a sub, he's being nice, there's a difference.  Doms can be nice.

When he returns she grins at him. "Thank you very much," she says, regarding him as one might regard a particularly well-behaved pet.

He likes that.  Why the hell does he like that?

"No problem."  (It doesn't sound like there's no problem).

Hmm. Should she back off? She's getting mixed signals, here.

"So. Tell me what you like to do for fun, besides walking up to random people in the cafeteria and being confused about their roles," she rephrases his earlier question, a playful smirk on her lips indicating she wasn't quite bothered by said confusion.

He relaxes a bit when the conversation veers away from flirting territory.

"Hang out with my friends, mostly.  We go to clubs and parties and do sports and stuff.  I box.  Used to be pretty good at it, too, but VR kind of wrecked that."

Her eyebrows shoot up. "You used to be pretty good at boxing when you were twelve? My, aren't you full of surprises," she says, her eyes trailing up and down his body in a downright predatory way. One would almost expect her to be licking her lips.

(Away from flirting territory? Ha. Ha ha ha.)

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH why is she looking at him like that help.

"You know.  For a twelve year old.  Who boxed other twelve-year-olds."

"But you've kept up with training, haven't you?"

Pretty, pretty little pet.

On the one hand, what the fuck is going on, but on the other hand, he is really tempted to flirt back.

...but why on earth would he do that, he's a dom.  Obviously.

"I mean, I've tried.  I work out and stuff.  But, y'know, VR."

"Oh, but you left a full year ago, that was quite enough to at least bulk up a bit, I believe," she says in a tone of voice one could use to say "I could just eat you up," her eyes still not quite managing to stay on his face.

...Lewis decides to eat rather quickly.

"Yeah, I mean, I didn't really go to school so I spent most of my spare time at the gym."