Pushing his luck

Dante turned to look at Elena and Lance. Resting his chin on his thumbs and thinking a moment. Tapping his pointer fingers against his lips. "Tell ya what." he started slowly. "I will sit where I please, when I please," he stated, in a manner of 'there is no debate' "and their isn't a thing you can do about it." he said, turning to a smile. "How's that for a deal, hmm?" he asked. "Last I checked you don't own this table or this school and you're not part of the facility."

"If you don't want me to sit with you, I'd gladly let you move to a different table." he suggested. "Though, you'd have to sit separate from each other. But then again, lemmings tend to stay in a group."

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