Eoduin, who he knows, in a fashion, who along with other girls has followed him around. Some of them are brazen - they kiss him in the back of crowded, sweaty rooms, press their bodies against his and try to illicit a response, and he is only as human has he has been made to be, so there are ofttimes that he kisses back and tells Oriencor later. Oriencor smiles at that, a sharp, razorlike smile, twisting the edges of her mouth and makes Irrylath wonder what he is doing with a woman who pleases herself on how much her lover is wanted by other women.

But now he is here with a girl who stumbles at the sight of him, and he knows why she does so and says nothing to embarrass her further, although there is a curve to his mouth, too, a slight smile there. It's not just that it's flattering, that there is something pleasing about it, it's that she doesn't truly seem to realize anything about herself that is attractive.

"Good," he says, softly, and leans down to pick up a dropped text, and hand it back to her. Before he lets it go, however, he finds himself asking, "are you late to class?"

Maybe he does this to further the joy of making her nervous, or for another reason, one he doesn't wholly understand yet.