Thankfully, Jean-Paul didn't have any classes to teach until later. Not that he was jumping at the gun to be a rab lat for the security system (he'd seen what it could do, and would hate to get caught in the middle of it), but he was anxious to test himself and, of course, to get a chance to see Warren now that he was back. It had only been a few hours since Jean-Paul woke up and yet that was still enough time for him to become sufficiently restless and bored, even with a productive morning.
Already dressed and ready to go, he began entertaining himself with writing. While he enjoyed it, it never lasted very long and as soon as his watch told him it was ten o' clock on the dot (he wasn't a stickler for time, but he needed to do something), Jean-Paul whizzed down to the foyer, catching the end of Warren's sentence.
"Waiting for someone?" He asked, a grin spreading over his face as he found one of the few chairs decorating the small space. He sprawled across, dangling one leg over the arm as his arms crossed over his chest. Well, now he had to do the waiting unless Warren could start with just him...and the others that were already there.