"Less questioning, more following," he replies raising a finger in the air and twirling it.

He leads her around to the back of the school- to that dark and foreboding place where the bad kids hang out to smoke and practise being nuisances to society. Louis heads over to a nearby tree, hanging from which is the head of the school mascot- thankfully sans anyone in it. He picks up a baseball bat resting against the trunk, looking exceptionally pleased with himself.

"Ta-daaaa!" he offers the baseball bat to her. "This is the perfect stress relief. Beat the shit out of the fuzzy head and you'll feel a hundred times better. Promise."