Hungry

Judas arched his eyebrows.
"Then why mention it, hrmm? I wasn't aware of any charm involved, you must be feeling it subconsciously."
He smirked in a patronizing way.

Judas chuckled.
"And who, pray tell, is he, my dear?"

Judas chuckled.
"Was he now? Did you have a thing for him perhaps. That'd be the amusingly cliched outcome I'd expect."

Judas smirked.
"'Passion'? See, like I always say, to hate someone or to love someone, you must be obsessed with that person and have a particular passion. Love and hate are only slightly different, both are intense, obsessed feelings."
Judas chuckled.
"Since I don't care about you or anyone else on the academy grounds, I do not hate you or love you or anyone else for that matter."

Judas smirked, unfazed.
"Admirable attempt at wit, but it is artificial and shoddy like most of your attempts. As for Mimosa, when did I ever said I loved her? Or anyone in the academy? She asked me and I though it polite to accept, why not?"