Distractions, great. Harry scowled and let the energy slip away slowly so it wouldn't cause any undue damage if it escaped. Then he half turned and looked at the kid who called his name. Flame red hair met his eyes and he sort of eyed the kid for a moment. What was his name? Kvothe, right. How did he even say that?
"Hey," he responded grimly, shifting his stance and the staff, holding it in his hand. "I have some theories, but they keep getting worse and worse. What have you tried to do?" Harry's had all involved thaumaturgy of some sort or another and so far it hadn't been any help. He'd keep trying though, bashing his head against walls was apparently a good skill of his.
"Also drop the formality, it's weird when people bow and shit. We're not in anyone's house formally." And it was too much like being in the freaking vampire courts to make him anything but annoyed by it. There was respect and then there was mockery and he wasn't in the mood for playing games.