Is he trying to slip away? An eyebrow rises above his darkening eyes, his smile growing all the more crooked as he watches his opponent. Give him a fight. Cadeyrn thrives on these, and he's not about to let the teacher slip away without a challenge.

"I have all the time in the world." He mentions, crooked smile and thunder-eyed as he goes on. "And this is a school, isn't it? What better way to start educating than to go over the foundations of this place?"

Knowledge is power. And Cadeyrn wants this power, wants to equip himself with all the weapons that can help him in this fight. With or without the cryptic teacher's assistance.