[ Tate might not sound disgusted, but the question is enough to give Michael pause and second guess himself. That just kind of-- slipped out, and now that it's out there, he's not really sure what to do. Tate's approval means the world to him, and if this is something that might ruin that, he's...

Well, he's not sure how he feels about that. He's not even sure why he cares about Tate's approval in the first place. He threw him the fuck out. Called him evil and monstrous. Michael scratches at his cheek and just... dodges confirmation, even though he probably doesn't need to. ]

Everyone on the council is, at least. You can kind of tell.

[ The capes, the attitude. John Henry calling Behold a bitch every three seconds. Michael wants more coke. His hands are getting kinda sweaty. Mom's spaghetti. It takes him a second to realize that Tate might not understand the Hogwarts reference, so he could pretty easily back out of the witch talk, if he wanted to, but.

Being the Alpha is inherently impressive. Maybe it's the coke clouding his judgment, maybe it's the lack of Miss Mead's guidance, but he latches onto that. He wants Tate to like him. ]

We... learn magic. How to cast spells, how to - change the world. I've been here for months, but I still keep waking up thinking I'm late for class.