Riddle Rosehearts

You had nothing better to do, so you decided to play cards, truth or dare, with Riddle. You sat at the table, you weren't very good at the game, but you agreed. You'd already lost once, and Riddle chose truth. You were drinking tea, and a minute later you lost again, and you were almost in tears. You looked at Riddle, and he was smiling.
—I won, again. So listen, I choose action.
He leaned across the table towards you a little closer so that you could feel his breath and he looked you straight in the eyes, you hesitated, preparing for some absurd or obscene desire.
—Do my homework for me.
It was like you hit yourself in the face with dirt, you blushed so much that you looked like a tomato, he laughed and sat back down.