The Tailor kept their head down, but their eyes flicked up to assess their professor's shift in tone, and they took note of the lesson already being provided to them so freely. This individual, which still felt in so many ways like a monster but in others looked and felt like a man, was a prideful one. They liked to feel powerful, and there was a power to be had in the position of professor over students.

(Though that did beg the question as to why they had been so reticent to teach the class... Was it truly so simple as having better things to do? The wealthy rarely did.)

If one played into that assumed power structure, the Tailor wondered, how far could one get with this person?

(And why had the instructor been staring at them so intently to begin with?)

But that was a lesson for another time. For now, there was an assignment. To work.