He was slight mullified by her efforts as he allowed himself to calm down.
She is no genie. This is no trap, fool. She is a human, and she clearly made a mistake. But damn her for distracting me. And now I must return to class and change, he thought to himself. He watched her for another moment, now more cross with himself than her. He had swore he would be on his guard; he'd already made a mistake.
"Please, miss," he started, not sounding quite so cross, "Excuse me for I must change. I have class to attend," he said, his tone formal and stiff and he stepped back, ready to leave.