Peony/Foxe | After "How to Train Your Scholar" | G?
Foxe was polite to a point. He would never have implied the lecture was boring, but if she brought it up first, he couldn't quite deny his feelings. He felt it more rude to boldly lie. "No," he said, shaking his head and grinning like a kid caught out of bed after curfew. "It's not really my forte, but it wasn't boring." His grin grew, "I had small children to terrify, at least." There was a light mischief in his eyes and almost as if on cue, he turned and watched a young scholar in the hallway outside the room until he was out of sight. He seemed to scurry under Foxe's steady gaze. Foxe let out a quiet laugh.
"I was away," he said, focusing once again on Peony. Before he'd returned, he'd decided to not bring up his mother to people who weren't already aware of her passing. Mentioning her just made for awkward conversation and pitying looks, which were two things Foxe simply couldn't abide. "Taking all my vacation days at once. Bonding with the dragon." He looked down at her curiously. "What brings you to our halls? Any trouble?" It was the habit of an old fighter to assume the worst.