"If it's any consolation, I'd rather not be stabbing you either."

Also he has no idea what a term paper is. She's grading it so... something to do with teaching? Titans know. Probably not the time to ask. She circles the doppelganger, and Wrathion tries to keep track of which is which. It's luckily making unpleasant noises currently, which helps considerably. He shoots a jet of fire to draw its attention, hoping to give Clara an opening. As unpleasant as it is to be fighting yourself, this is a little beyond metaphor.