Kurt obediently walked over to the armchair in front of Emma Frost's desk that was often so dreaded by the students, his tail flicking back and forth a little nervously as he plopped down. "Oh, um, alright," he nodded as she offered him a cup of tea, though he made no move to drink it when she set it down before him on the desk.
Her psychological attempts at making Kurt feel small and intimidated were definitely working and he hoped that she would get to the point of the matter quickly so he could head back up to this room. In the mean time, his yellow eyes wandered over the desk and around the office, taking in the lavish furniture and the sparse knick knacks. It was a very nice and neat office, but it lacked the sense of friendliness and approachability than say Dr. McCoy and Mr. Cassidy's offices seemed to have. Or maybe it was just because Kurt hadn't had much interaction with Ms. Frost outside of class and so she still felt a little unfamiliar to him.