Jack briefly closed his eyes, resisting the urge to pinch his nose and sigh. Sphinxes were supposed to be clever and while all of them got good grades, he really questioned how much genuine wisdom his students possessed sometimes. Ben was a prime example.
"It is bad," Jack said. "No biting others, especially other students. It's one of the biggest rules we have. It'll be dungeon detention for you, Mr. Proctor. Two weeks, for your own projection and for... therapy." Jack's shrewd eyes regarded Ben, noticing the obvious gap in the story. "Tell me, who convinced you to do this? Why wouldn't you think for yourself?"