"Understood," he said, offering a slight bow. "I hope to take some time tomorrow afternoon, but I'm afraid I can't make any guarantees. My Player is..." he rifled through a mental filing cabinet of words that applied to Sherlock and could still be used in polite conversation. It was a surprisingly short list. "Enthusiastic, and a little unpredictable. I'll do my best, though. Thank you."

And then he hesitated. It was only for decency's sake-- he had no qualms at all about asking this sort of thing-- but it could be construed impertinent.

"If I may ask-- why is this class offered to students? It's an unusual choice, to be sure. It doesn't seem compatible with the Exaclan system as a whole, and I can only imagine the discord that results from school-children learning such skills in a place where there are no permanent consequences. That's not to say I'm criticizing, of course! I'm only a bit confused."