"And you, sir. And you," Finn replied genially. He was not familliar with the name, but that was no particular reflection on Certhgeredir. Finn paid very little attention these days.
"So." Finn exhaled a last mouthful of smoke and ground out his cigarette on the step. He folded his arms loosely across his knees and looked up at Arfaron. "I don't imagine a duke's son should be making a casual visit. You're here to study, then?"
If that were so, then it was an interesting development. The Gentry, as they were so nicely called in the old country, were... well, he hesitated to say arrogant, even if he should sometimes privately admit it true of himself. But the high ones, like this young man, tended to disassociate themselves from the human rable. Finnbheara, in that respect, was unusual; his regard for humans was widely known, and if some of his colleagues might think him soft in the head, they respected him enough not to say so. He did wonder, however, what Arfaron's father should think of his heir's decision.