[ He's always been eloquent, but how to word this leaves him at odds, a little. On one hand, he desperately wants to subvert the whole 'save the world, end corruption' jingle, because-- it's stupid. On the other, he's faced with someone he finds personally remarkable-- extraordinary to look at, and idiotically brave and he's torn between arguing back and just caving.

But he's not entirely sure how well received you're wonderfully attractive and generally lovely, but your cause is retarded would be. In fact, he's almost sure that if he were to get into a scuffle, that would probably be the phrase to go for.

For now he settles for looking disinterested, waving a hand in order to shrug it off. ] You know, let's do this another time. I mean-- it's pointless. Arguing about it is just, you know, going to make us late for-- whatever. The Musain. Class.

[ He shifts, for once happier to concede his case and beat a retreat than really admit to much. However, he doesn't turn on his heel. ]