Blake's eyebrow shot up. A horoscope definitely wasn't to blame, but it was a good enough answer for now, as Blake couldn't press more. His jaw twitched only slightly at the chopsticks pointing - he was familiar with many cultures but was also raising a baby dragon from Japan. It had become his habit to practice Japanese customs in his staff housing so she could learn her culture. But he let that go as well.
"Midterm exams. Supernatural History." He sipped from the thermos, his sharp eyes watching her for any other clues about what she might be up to. "When are you going to take one of my classes, Ms. Drosselmeyer? It would be such a joy to have you." Blake's dry sarcasm served him well in most cases, since he could pass it off as sincerity.