Smoke filled the teacher's lungs with every little breath of rolled tobacco. The blood vessels in his body constricted upon receiving the lethal concoction that made the cigarette's recipe, resulting in that little lightheaded, pleasurable feeling that made smoking so wonderfully popular. At the most, Ezio could have gone an hour or so without a cigarette before that vaguely powerful compulsion that was addiction drew his fingers back to the carton. However, why not have a little smoke before heading out to town? Not much to do around the academy anyway, there wasn't any rush.<br/><br/>Ezio would never allow himself to admit that his smoking was an addiction. He was too 'strong-willed' for that. Smoking was something that he liked to do along with the consumption of alcohol, nothing more, nothing less. The underlying issues that fed his need to 'escape' with those bad habits were swept under the rug. Ask him about why he did those things and he'd just say that it was what he liked. He even responded this way to Lady Violetta earlier. Ezio was 'fine' and 'doing' what he liked. He refused to believe anything else.<br/><br/>What he did not like was dragons. Dragons were "Comtemptable lizard-dogs!” which is what he yelled at the two dragons that had soaked his new change of clothes and what's worse, put out his cigarette. To add insult to injury, Lady Violetta had once again taken it upon herself to chide him like a fidgeting choir boy. "Hah!" His eyebrows were raised in both anger and amusement- "Regardless of the situation, fuck cotton. I'll sooner beat a lame man with his own crutches, than suffer the irritation of the poor man's fabric."<br/><br/>There were students nearby, but he didn't care. Be a good role model? It didn't matter. Little shits do what they want no matter what they have demonstrated to them. He glared at the youngsters with a sort or apathetic judgement. It was an outward body-language signal that was intended to read: 'fuck you, kids.' His discontent wasn't really their fault. Ash and Anique had nothing to do with him getting drenched, but when Ezio was less-than-happy, he took it out on anyone.<br/><br/>"Indeed, I am Ezio, but to the sprogs, I will be addressed as Mr. Nicastro. I would say that I am pleased to make your acquaintance, but I have been caught at a bad time." 'Sprogs' being the demeaning term for the students in reference to their young age. His unofficial introduction to the students was dripping in spiteful sarcasm, he really was not looking forward to having to deal with them or ANY student for that matter. He cut both students with narrowed green eyes that showed his unfair contempt for these strangers. He wanted to be left alone.<br/><br/>He brought his hands up to fix his shirt collar, a futile action as it was droopy and wet and was no longer stiff. "Are we done here? I'd like to go change for the second time." Asking whether or not he was finished with meeting the students was a formality. He was going to just leave and change clothes whether they were finished here or not.