Meric's smile wavers slightly, unseen by the untrained eye, but his nerves raised an alert as his other self began to get the better of him. Elanor's relief and enthusiasm for the many saves he'd offered her that day spiked her pulse slightly; sweetening the scent in the air between them enough to catch the wrong attention. He held back, per usual, but that was nothing to toot his own horn for. He still wished his demon would just stop. However, her announcement regarding her rank quickly took precedence over his discussing cravings, changing his internal alert one step up to red.<br/><br/><i>~She's ranked that high? Touché, Clase!~ </i><br/><br/>Maintaining his typical good graces, Meric kindly gave a gentlemanly bow of his head with all due respect, "Meric Donovan - Rank 321; pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Flicker. And a favor will not be necessary. I was just in the right place, at the right time." His smooth Scandinavian tones held no tricks of his trade or touches of ambition - not at the moment. If she was truly offering a favor, then... perhaps...<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Though, I have to ask that if you come to collect you try to do so when my partner isn't around. My current partner especially is a bit jealous sort and won't take kindly if you approach while he's around."</span><br/><br/>Meric's thought process stopped midway. This was the second time she mentioned a 'Partner'. Curiosity always killed the cat, but never a vampire. However, there's always a first time...<br/><br/>"Pardon me, but what do you mean by... Partner?"<br/><br/>His brow folded slightly, almost breaking the ageless facade he naturally carried. He was truly curious now, for how can one person hold such a tight reign over another on campus? But the pieces began to take shape now. So far, he's watched Elanor sneak to avoid capture, become flustered at the loss of one personal item that could tag her at a forbidden location, and now the mention of avoiding visits from acquaintances within mix company?<br/><br/>Meric's natural stiffness suddenly relaxed, but his frame still remained as sharp as a military sword. An arm gracefully rested against his back and with an amused tilt of his head, he sighed, "Are you... a Familiar?" Just in case she stood offended or taken aback by the tone he'd addressed the title, Meric nonchalantly chuckled under his breath as he shook his head; his free hand raised in amend. "Apologies, but I've only been at this school for a semester. I'm still... slightly unaware of certain aspects allowed here. I'm confused... you speak and behave as if you're Partner is your... Master, not your Comrade." Meric, of all people, knew the difference.