Abusing the Punching Bag

Judas shrugged.
"Moor? Hah...I haven't any clue what sort of curfew she sets, if any, but I'm not used to being given orders and I don't plan to follow any now. I'll sleep when I feel like it."
He chuckled.

Judas smirked.
"How about you? Do you usually follow the rules, or are you a rebel without a cause?"
He chuckled.

Judas smiled.
"But of course, but of course...Though you could devour the academy's entire food supply at this rate."
He chuckled.

Judas chuckled.
"Yes, yes, I believe you've hit it on the mark, I believe your power and energy are obviously directly linked to your powers. The more you use them, the hungrier you'll be. Not bad compared to the side effects of some people's powers."

Judas smirked.
"It's quite alright, the art of conversation is only gained through nights of practice at parties, or, like me, quite naturally. I don't mind."

Judas smiled.
"Indeed, Mim it is, she did ask me first...A good amount of other girls asked me, but they were far too late. How about you, lad?"