Jack grinned. "I didn't mean for you to follow in his exact footsteps. I applaud your ambition any way you wish to direct it, and if your direction is that of the Rain Man and a certain unfortunate Mr. Turing, I will stand by you. It's a little early, but once you become an Expert and have good grades, the faculty here will be able to help you get into any faculty of your choosing."
He pursed his lips and moved over to the large armoire besides the book case. "The last demon who graduated here was Paxton Rivera. And there are still a few demons among the studentship."
He rummaged around in his armoire, drawing out two squat, broad glasses and poured some amber-yellow whisky in one of them. He caught her eye and then grinned at her. "Now, a little bit of testing the boundaries is all well and good, but there is a legal drinking age here in Maine. Now, you have one more shot at asking for an acceptable drink. Otherwise, I'll serve you a glass of hearty cod liver oil."