Oh? Forgive me, I did not sense you nearby.

She scratches her chin, curious as to why that might be. She considers recalibrating the tracking serum she slips into your morning meals, then dismisses the idea for now and closes her grimoire.

My studies can wait. Tell me, are you here for business, or pleasure?

She flashes you a flirtatious look, but she knows deep down that you never come to her for pleasure. Not her kind of pleasure. She conceals a sigh, hoping you will at least brighten her day.