Jenno wasn’t surprised by the violent tugs, not did he try to resist them. He knew it wouldn’t be wise to be caught out of bed at this time, although he did smile inwardly to know that he hadn’t been wrong about Nitor lying about his level. He didn’t saying anything about it though and stayed silent, both vocally and in his movements as the made their way back towards the student bedrooms, he wasn’t about to get them caught.
He rolled his eyes and looked away as Nitor wished when they finally reached the door, understanding exactly why it was needed, although he hoped that getting out wasn’t going to be as much of a chore. After stepping (a little hesitantly) inside, his attention was quickly grabbed by the other person in the room and his fingers instinctively tightened an undetectable amount around the leather-bound book which hung by his side. Jenno may not pay much attention to what was going on around him, but it was difficult to learn in class or in the training grounds sometimes when the teacher’s attention was grabbed by the disruptive red head in the next room, or the next obstacle if they were doing physical training. But Jenno, perhaps foolishly, wasn’t afraid and after his eyes cast around the room with interest they settled once more on the smiling young man before him. Entertainment? Well, he would wait to see what was meant by that before acting; there was no point in causing a ruckus over what could be a joke.
“Good evening,” Jenno said quietly, his voice just over a whisper, but that was normal, not caused by fear. Then, as he shifted both hands to rest behind his back, one still holding the large book with ease, he gave the only sign that he didn’t know exactly what was going on, by glancing towards Nitor and raising one eyebrow slightly, a small smile playing on his lips.