Kiara's eyebrow arched up. Who the hell did this man think he was? Kiara did not need students anymore than she needed to stab herself in the leg. She was willing to take on a few students because it could be interesting and if they were too good right off the bat she could take care of any potential threats. Not because she needed them and the cocky way he was behaving. He really must have thought that Kiara needed him. "I say what I want to who I want and you won't be no different," Kiara informed the zombie. "I don't need your bleedin' money or I'd ask for quite a bit more than I do. So why don't you just erase that blip o' a thought from your mind and try again?"
Amicable. Kiara really was not liking this man who was going and using bigger words than he needed to, making this disgusting display clap and other things that it was clearly not met to. "I think I'd rather call you nothing at all. Students don't get names 'til they prove they're worth the effort o' remembering one. You'll be calling me Kiara. Or teacher if you'd rather, matters naught to me." Nothing else needed to be said on the matter. Hopefully he knew that he had a place, Kiara wouldn't teach him otherwise. No man was going to be on the same level as her that she ever knew of.