"Become my student," Arslan whispered slowly.
"What?"
He smoothly let go of my face and pulled back before pivoting on his heel, his back turned to me for a moment. Then he began to drawl on once again, as usual.
"Ah, but of course, someone of my stature taking on a student would raise all sorts of unnecessary questions and complications in the eyes of many troublesome people. Imagine—I, the famous, handsome, and most fantabulous Crimson Emperor—finally taking on a student after rejecting so many until this day. Plus, as the Vice-Headmaster, it would seem kind of unfair and a bit suspicious… like having a favorite, wouldn't it?"
Arslan stood contemplatively in the middle of the office, like the exaggerated main character of an opera stuck in a soliloquy dilemma.
He spun back around to face me.
