“No… good,” Jenno said, stepping back from Nitor and relaxing slightly, the defensive scowl fading from his face, although he wasn’t quite sure why he thought it was so good. If Nitor was planning on killing him then he would rather get the attempt over with that have it stringing out. But at least he was polite enough to give his name, it looked like if they were going to spend more time together then it wouldn’t be at all unpleasant.
“Nitor,” he repeated, rolling the name around his tongue with pleasure, enjoying the sound of it. “Cruori?” he added, cocking an eyebrow questioningly. The figure before him seemed to have the subtly of his house, he hadn’t gone for the crude flash and sparkle of magic and looked and sounded as though he appreciated death as much as Jenno did. The young man usually stayed secluded, it was easier to study alone, but it was nice at times to explore a little and get to know people. Especially when they promised to offer some interest. Meeting people with the same interests could be difficult, more difficult than you would think in a school full of trainee assassins. But there were so many different ways to go about these things, so many techniques, so many who didn’t truly yearn to kill when they should do. Those who didn’t give one hundred percent. And those who were just plain rude.
He guessed that Nitor would already know his house if he knew his name and if he had seen him around the academy then he would also have seen his sash and know what level he was and so they were unasked questions which didn\'t need answering on Jenno\'s side anyhow.