She could see that anger rise in him, and while for a very brief, very single, very quick moment Emma questioned if she overstepped her boundaries, she regained her confidence. As she stopped midway between them, Emma closed the gap. Her face and blue eyes completely devoid of an expression except for a broad smirk across her lips. His attempt for sharp and vengeful words only amused Emma as she listened to his whining monolog about not judging him and not making assumptions. She wanted to roll her eyes, but she kept quiet and allowed him to prattle on. How many other students didn't want to be judged? Didn't want assumptions made about them, and always spouted that 'you don't know me' diatribe every single day? Emma honestly lost count.
"I know more than you think, darling." A finely sculpted brow arched as she tapped a finger to her temple. She began to wonder if he really didn't know that she was a telepath. Ah, it was probably better that he didn't know. That would likely anger him anymore. Granted, if she were younger and more naive she would have taken advantage of this situation a long time ago, but Emma say potential in Blake Tyrie. Potential that perhaps other professors might have overlooked. Or maybe they just didn't see it because they didn't have the sight that Emma did. There was a level of power that came with being a telepath, especially one like Emma Frost and the situation that she was in. With Xavier and Jean gone, Emma was able to take up the mantel of 'Head Telepath'. There was some sort of power in being the only one to work a machine like the Cerebro.
Taking a step from him as the microwave signaled that the pizza was ready, Emma nodded. "Your pizza is ready, Mister Tyrie." Emma was ready to leave and end this conversation. Hopefully he wouldn't be offended if she left while he was eating.