( being yanked back like the little creature he is in spirit doesn't seem to phase him none.... at the moment. he's too busy scrunching his face up as he recalls bits and pieces of jing yuan's profile and their discussion during the "orientation". it's a shame he doesn't have a name for right now, or he prays, in all his crazed inebriation, doesn't have a name to discover. )

Too big to be seen wh, the likes-a... of me.

( "tactical intelligence"? "diplomacy"? all this important business... )

Smug or no, takin' everything I said seriously... reeks of a kindness I don't deserve. Yer student must be, pretty...

( —thankful. choke that thought down. this is where he gets antsy about the grip on his collar and tries to shrug it off. )