He didn't exactly appreciate being laughed at for burning his tongue, and he could tell the girl was laughing at him despite how she tried to hide it, but Constans was too busy blowing discreetly on his next spoonful to respond to the slight.
Constans hadn't really expected the mini-lesson, and it raised more questions than it answered. He hated to let on though, nevermind that he had no idea what "harrowed" meant, or why this girl should be it. He didn't think orange looked very nice, so there was one small, happy thought... at least he'd be stuck wearing blue instead of orange, apparently. Maybe he'd ask about this Harrowed thing... in a little while.
"I'm Constans," he said, looking up at her with uncertainty flickering in his eyes. He'd heard that people cursed with magic couldn't be nobility anymore, but that didn't mean he had to give up his name. Did it? Defiantly he added, "Ledaal."