I leaned back and considered where to start. The transmigration? The system? The quest that required me to seduce seven women or die trying?
No. Too much. She'd think I was insane.
Start with what she could verify.
"I'm a Drain-type," I said.
She nodded slowly. "I deduced that on Friday."
"I copy abilities through physical contact. The more intimate the contact, the stronger the copy."
"Define intimate."
"Kissing works. Sex works better."
Her pen stopped clicking. "Better how?"
"Longer retention. Deeper integration. Permanent acquisition if the connection's strong enough."
Noel processed this in complete silence. Her portfolio sat open in front of her, covered in notes and charts I recognized from when I'd found them Friday. She'd been tracking my ability usage, cross-referencing with students who had similar powers, building a case against me with the same obsessive attention she brought to everything.
