He feels a little better once they're inside and he's safely in a seat across the table from Eames, where it'd be far more difficult to manhandle him. He's quick to clear his throat and smooth his hands down the front of his crisp robes, waiting patiently for Madam Rosmerta to ferry over the bottle and glasses.

"I took one year of it," he admits, sitting back in his seat with his arms crossed loosely over his chest. "I thought it necessary to round out my curriculum and experience every elective."

Of course, it'd been a terrible waste of time, laughably stupid, but still worth taking, he thinks, if only to experience everything that the school had to offer. To explore every avenue available to him.