Maddox led Eirawen out of the cafeteria, his hands dug down into the pockets of his suit pants. "Well, I'm glad I can put you at ease by putting you to work," he said in a voice that indicated he was teasing. "And if you would like... I could employ you as my assistant? I need one, anyway, and my last one died a horribly unspeakable death. Not related to the job, mind, she just took out a bad loan. Funny thing, that. Their debt collectors were werewolves," he said, humor riding on his voice. "How about it?" he asked, turning down to look at her. "I'd hate for a job to have to impact your studies," he continued, leading her through the halls and the many students, towards his office, nearby to his classroom.