"I take it from you because you're smart enough to give it." He answered simply. Most of his students wouldn't have thought to question his midnight wandering. But she did. Clever girl. "And yes, two  now, inclusively. Though the first was a lost little first-year. Lucky me." He answered her, his voice dismissive and humorously sarcastic. "And I certainly wasn't going to invite her to the potions chamber. She might blow something up." he laughed, taking her arm gently and leading her through the hallway toward the chamber. He carefully noted her shaky gasp as he touched her, and how her words trembled as she spoke next. While Holiday might be able to tempt men wihtout effort, Archon was not without his own tricks, mostly sensing the attraction or emotions of others. Her shakiness could be fear or attraction, and her agreement to accompany him sugested the latter. Interesting. Tempting.<br/><br/>Her cold, slender finger touched the band of runes on his arm. "Hm? Oh." he said softly, realizing her question as she spoke it. "Each corresponds to a state of mind, a frame of mental being. Call it a religion or a personal philosophy." He said. "Ten different states, each with its own meaning or prupose." He said, adjusting his wand and guiding her around a corner to a doorway. A quick rap in the wooden portal caused it to open into the potions lab, where desks and cauldron stands awaited students. Without a pause he led her through another door to a personal lab int he back, wiht shelves wrapping the stone walls, wide space around a central cauldron, several tables and benches, and potions held in cabinets.<br/><br/>"Now, what shall we occupy our time with, little lion?" He said, giving her a little smile as he paced to a large tome on a podium in a corner. "Felix Felicis, Elixir to Induce Euphoria, Amortentia- a love potion? I do wonder what it would smell like to you." He teased gently flipping pages.