"I am not flustered. I am-" There's a word for confused or confounded or baffled or something to that effect that isn't flustered, there must be. "Flattered."

There they were.


Wait, no, that isn't entirely right either- even if she IS and he's. Teasing. She can normally take teasing in stride but not when there are flirtatious comments thrown her way, with her the focus of said comments. It isn't- she's the healer, the teacher, the mentor that paced the halls at night to nudge wayward apprentices to bed. Not. Someone people flirted with. But she's committed to a word and must keep to it. Merde.

"This is me, flattered. Not flustered. Therefore, still a LeBlanc- Adelaide in fact." Youngest daughter of that noble house, so on, so forth, not much of it matters as she's a mage. "Please don't- my students will never let me live it down. They'd probably encourage you, were I honest. Something about my needing to get out more which is absurd- I am out and about often enough."

She is decidedly not muttering. At all. "Flirt if you must. I shall not keep you from exercising your hard earned freedom to do so."