"Well Grace, I've enjoyed your company so far, and I see no reason to stop now, I'd appreciate your company," he smiled, taking care to stay close to the wall, so as not to trip Grace over with his cane.  He couldn't exactly remember what his next class was so he pulled out a small leather bound book from his pocket and thumbed over a page, reading in braille, "Ooh," he exclaimed, somewhat more excitedly than he meant to, "Pagan studies."  Kyle may have gone a little too overboard with the electives he chose, but what school offered a course like that?  He also mentioned taking Philosophy and Astrology as a course.

Maybe it was a sort of nature vs. nurture thing, but Kyle had always been interested in the magical, the divine, and the occult.  From an early age he was taught how to control his mana, how to project himself into the astral, and the powers of magic itself.  What better way to learn more about what interested him than through studies of such things, of gods, and men, and life itself.  What probably would surprise her the most was his interest in sparring as an extra curricular activity.  His argument being that the body, mind and spirit are all one and that martial arts, forms the three into a weapon, to protect those who can't protect themselves.

It was strange, talking with someone he barely met so freely, and yet, it was one of the greatest feelings.  He enjoyed sharing his interests with the girl, though despite his self-confidence, he couldn't help but feel like maybe his interests would weird her out.  He never cared before, yet for once in his life he did and all it took was her; what was she doing to him?

His hand running along the wall he found the room he was looking for, "ah, here it is, thank you for walking with me," he smiled at the girl then...something strange happened, "um...so will I see you later?"