For someone in his mid-twenties, Ezio lacked discipline more than some teenagers. It was no surprise that he had drank enough to be so sloppy at an important meeting. The Headmistress spoke with distaste, but like with most things, Ezio's flippant ego took the stage. He scoffed as he recognized her voice, and rose his head out of his hands and gave her a rather smart-assed remark.<br/><br/>"How selfish of me, really. How dare a lightweight such as myself drink your precious liquer. I should be burned at the stake!" With two fingers touching the from of his glasses he mock saluted her and added: "Forgive me, Lady. And bless your heart for not killing me with your 'strong' stuff, Lord knows I wouldn't be able to control myself..." 'Lady' was stressed in such a way to add time fact that he was just being snotty.<br/><br/>The raven-haired man had filed Lady Violetta away as a 'prude' and treated her as such. While the other staff members heeded her directions and walked out, Ezio leaned back in his chair, having not touched the drink yet. "You've got those janitors whipped, I see." 'Janitors' being the mocking term that he had lumped all of the non-teacher staff under. Ezio saw the position of educator as being somewhat higher than the people who microwaved chicken patties and cleaned toilets, and despite disliking the prospect of his own job, he treated them like underlings. In his mind, they were underlings.<br/><br/>As Lady Violetta spoke to him sternly, Ezio winced in pain as the nerves in his head were  on fire. His pain took precedence before anything, and he didn't pay her much mind. His next answer to her was apathetic, but at least partially truthful. "What can I say? I'm a lush, dear." His swept bangs were lifted up by his hand as he rubbed his forehead. "You really can't vent all of your ire on me, the last person that we are waiting on still isn't here. I should have stepped out for a smoke. Who are we still waiting on, anyway?"