"Yeah, whatever. Speed talking optimists give me migraines," he muttered, ducking his head down to read the next paragraph. "That'd be fine. I've done the grading for tomorrow already, not that anything I graded was worthy of time." That wasn't completely true, there were a few students who weren't completely hopeless, though they were few and far between.
"Two o'clock's fine." He was starting to feel itchy with the company, and the idea of planning an entire afternoon where he would be expected to make conversation made him twitch. Hopefully pleasantries would be kept to a minimum, and the focus would be on the game experiment.