He ends up thinking he has something!

Jaune panted as he sat on the roof, where he had just finished another sparring session with Pyrrha. "Whew... I still can't get a decent hit on you," he sighed ruefully. "Am I actually improving?"

"You are," Pyrrha assured him as she sat beside him. "A lot. For one thing, you are lasting considerably longer than when we first started. And while you have yet to land a decent blow, I can assure you, it's actually getting harder to fend you off. I've even had to resort to using my Semblance in subtle ways the last few times we sparred to prevent you from getting in a blow."

"...huh," Jaune blinked. "I guess that means a lot?"

"It does. You've come a long way from the guy who used fake transcripts to get into Beacon," she smirked at him. He had confessed to that to his harem a few days ago, though also letting them know that Ozpin saw through it and let him in anyway.

"...I'm starting to regret telling you that, seeing as you keep using it to tease me," he pouted, and she laughed at him.

"What can I say? It makes wonderful ammo," she replied, lightly patting his arm. They got up, and stretched. "So, what say we head back to our dorm and..." she trailed off as she spotted someone hiding in a corner.

Jaune also paused and turned to look, and saw Cardin emerging from the shadows... looking extremely pleased with himself. "Well, well, well..." he remarked. "Sounds like someone here doesn't actually belong here... who knew?" he chuckled.

"...says the guy who got his ass kicked by said person," Pyrrha remarked, making Cardin's eye twitch, but he pressed on.

"So, you forged some transcripts... would be a real shame if that got to Ozpin somehow, wouldn't it?" Cardin asked in faux casualness.

Pyrrha opened her mouth to say that Ozpin already knew, but Jaune grabbed her wrist and gave her a look. She met his eyes, and saw a devious glint in them. Deciding to let whatever he had in mind play out, she closed her mouth.