[ This bullshit is enough to wake the dragon: Pascal comes sauntering out of his hiding spot (???) somewhere in Rapunzel's hair, somehow managing to look with intense acid at Jaune and seem rather pleased with himself at the same time. He settles on her neck.

It's a look that clearly says, "Guess what I get to do that you never will."

Rapunzel smiles lamely. ]

Ah... hah. Hah. Well. If it's really lucky, we're not allowed to be in here and are breaking another rule as we speak.

Unless... this your classroom, Professor?