"Yep," smiled Constans, closing the distance between them with loping strides. He composed himself carefully to be sure he wasn't sneering at Aurin in his dislike; a hunter doesn't want to spook his prey.
"Hey, I've seen you around but we never really met properly or anything, so I just wanted to say hi. I guess you must be in a more advanced class." Sure, he already knew that Aurin was no apprentice, but a little extra digging couldn't hurt. Everybody knew Aurin didn't have any magic, but much beyond that and Constans was stumped. The most plausible rumor he'd heard yet was that Aurin was some Templar's hidden bastard. That'd make some sense of the preferential treatment he got, at the very least.
Putting on airs of maturity, Constans offered Aurin a hand to shake.