Hand lifted to his chin, fingers gently rubbing at the bottom of it as he watched the reaction of the elven maiden. No doubt she would be shocked, surprised and reacted the way she did. In all honesty, he was just as surprised that they seemed to agree to it without discussing it with their daughter first. Rather hasty, he thought. Perhaps there was a reason for it? Perhaps it was something that they actually would've liked? Or had his words moved them to an even greater degree then he had thought? As the younger elf voiced her displeasure, her words made him think about what she said. Study with him; who said anything about studying? There was no study. It was learn or do not learn. As for moving to their village, well that was certainly not an option. He feared that the potential attachment she had to her parents may have interfered with her learning. He would have to make sure he stated that clearly.<br/><br/>Still, he couldn't help but feel a small fraction of pity for the maiden. He, a human, would be the superior to the noble elven and dragon race? He pondered how old they really were. Human years were quite different from elven or draconic years. For one, it certainly took other races much longer to mature and grow than it did for humans. Though yes, humans did not live as long, but perhaps that is why they grew faster. Senses were jarred slightly as he heard the father speak, soft yet commanding voice addressing his daughter. That confirmed it; there was more to things than he had thought.<br/><br/>Movement caught his eye as the alluring Senerellia was the first to move. He remained still as she passed by him, the door coming to open with a gentle sliding of the lock aside. Head moved to turn, eyes watching her from over his shoulder as she spoke and then disappeared out of sight, the blue dress fluttering in her wake. Head turned back to the two that had stood there, a small nod being given to Akasma. This would be quite the shock for anyone; he would have rather apologized and set off to studying the younger elven one, but it seemed like he was being called to arrange such details. No matter, he would have his time later. Turning around, he would take his turn and step through the door, following Senerellia to wherever they deemed it appropriate to discuss things.