He watched her as she got up and put her phone away in her breast pocket. He looked into her eyes once, and found out that was a mistake right away. When he did he got the intense feeling that his soul, or being was being pulling right out of him.  Having felt this now, he made sure to avoid her eyes just just watch her. She was inspecting him, he knew that. Maybe she was trying to find out what made him tick. Or what he was capable of doing if it came down to it. All of this did not matter to him. He was not going to do anything she said or asked until she showed him that she would be respected. And just as that thought ended in his say, she demanded an answer from him.<br/><br/><em>"Name?"</em><br/><br/>He did nothing but just sit there, with his mouth shut and his eyes looking forward. He did not care if she had a weapon on her hip, he was a weapon, and he knew it. He could feel the power in his limbs, and the strength of his jaw. He could tear someone apart if he needed to, this women no different. Just because she was some kind of teacher, or instructor, does not mean he had to bow bow down to her right away. He was going to be as strong headed as he felt like, thus was his birth right.