"The professors are good people. We will not make fun of them in our notes," he said, turning up his nose in the usual prim way he did when disagreeing with Crowley's troublemaking. "We'll have plenty of other things to discuss, I'm sure. We always do."

Under the bleachers, hm? In his youth, as a human, boys would cut class to do such things like smoke or drink, but he and Crowley could simply do that in their off hours. They also cut classes to do...things together in secluded areas, as young men had to during that era. Overall, cutting classes wasn't all that different from what he and Crowley had done for centuries--perpetually caught up in socializing with each other during what should have been worktime. He didn't actually have any objections.

"I'm not sure there are any bleachers to cut class under." He glanced sidelong at Crowley. "We may have to get creative."