He followed him inside, and walked over to the painting on his desk. "This is really good," he murmured, and looked back at him. "I do some art myself. Sketches, mostly. I've never been any good at painting." He was being genuine. The colors were fantastic, bright and warm, and some effort and skill had clearly gone into it.
Gerard sat down on the couch, one of the sketches on it catching his interest for a moment before he dragged his eyes away. He had to focus on the task at hand, not let himself get distracted by the sketches--which were also really good. He wondered if Dallon had a portfolio he could look at.
Later.
"Coffee sounds good," he said. "I'm more of a coffee person." He watched Dallon at his desk. "One of the students who came down with magical fatigue this week is in your class. Oliver Lovelender?" He wasn't sure how relevant the students were to the whole thing at this point, but he had to make clear that he did have a pertinent reason to be there. So his intentions wouldn't be confused. Or anything.