The ancient demon folded his arms in front of his chest, tail lightly swaying with the mildest of interest. Politeness was a rare trait among the students of the school, and to be treated with a respectful tone by one who was not even in his class was even rarer. Golden eyes narrowed, studying the aura of the lad in front of him. He was immediately greeted by a powerful arcane eminence, the telltale sign of a gifted spellcaster. Katz took a step closer, now granting the stranger his full attention.
“Well we are speaking now, and you are taking time not borrowing it. It is only borrowing if you have some great ability to return the moments we’ve spent discussing matters” the ancient demon said, eyes remaining locked on his visitor as he prattled with semantics. Ever the verbose creature, even when he had a conversation partner who could, perhaps, offer something interesting. Or maybe he was merely another lost potential of this school, of which there was an unfortunate abundance.
“But…you may ask your questions. And I will answer to the best of my ability” Katz added. Perhaps a contract. Perhaps a personal question. There were almost a limitless number of topics this magically-gifted young man could have sought him out for. And, admittedly, it did catch his interest. At least for the moment.
There was something so intriguing about the demon himself. As he studied him he did so too, with the most subtlety he could muster with a furrow of his brow. As he entered the Professor’s space he fought the urge to back up, a little overwhelmed. Katz had an unusual feel that he took up more space than he actually physically did, his power so present in the air.
“Very well,” he quipped with a small adjustment to his posture. Standing straighter whether attempting a dominant stance or subconsciously wanting to draw a little more determination in his squared shoulders he drew them up with a roll. “I wish to learn more about the dark arts,” he stated plainly, “how to defend myself against demonic attempts and to spend my education training against attack.”
There was little need to get into personal matters but if the Professor asked the basis for such a desire he would have to divulge it.
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He slid back to give her some space and kept his eyes on the ceiling as an awkward flush crept out over his face. “Yup. Nice day. Night. You know. Bye.”
