Dallas was running late. He hated being late, he didn't tolerate tardiness in his classes so him running late was unacceptable. He slowed his jog once he got close to the classroom. He then made his way in and saw Kana and a boy he didn't recognize. Oh right, she had mentioned having her brother observe their lessons.
"Kana, sorry I'm running late," he shrugged off his jacket which left him in the black tank top he usually wore in lessons, "I think the heat outside is getting to me. Underground we don't got to worry much about the heat. Because despite rumors demons do not live in hell." The then took notice of the boy,
"Ah, you must be this brother Kana has told me about," he held his hand out to the boy, "I'm Dallas Gurule, they call me Mr. Dallas, don't call me Mr. Gurule unless you want to get on my bad side."
Dallas stretched his arms across his body working out all the kinks as he proceed to set up the room. "So...Kana's brother. I hear you have some skill too. I'd love to see what you can do, I might be able to offer some tips if you like."