Omnes adsint, quamvis dementi, quamvis nefasti.

"Hm?" They hummed with a tilt of the head - faux innocence returned in full as Th Pupil steepled their fingers over their hastily written work. "My work is positively middling thus far it would certainly just be a waste of time -- especially since it appears you have an additional page to rewrite, but oh!" They procured a cotton handkerchief and swiftly held it aloft. "Something dry might do you better, friend." On one hand they somewhat hoped that this peace offering would get The Tailor to turn their gaze away from the stacks of paper, on the other they couldn't stop grinning rather wolfishly at the sight.