"Oh, allow me," Jacholaus said, taking the glasses from her and pulling out a fine handkerchief from his suit coat's pocket, which bore his family crest on it, cleaning the glasses for Melody. Afterwards, he would put Melody's glasses on her face correctly, brushing her hair out of its path. "There, much better." He smiled and refolded his handkerchief, putting it back into the pocket. "I wanted to talk to you about your current state of residence," he would say. 

Jacholaus would place a hand on Melody's shoulder and lead her to a more private area of the classroom, guiding her to sit. He would sit right next to her. He would face her and ask, "Do you have anywhere to lie your head tonight, Melody?" It was a very serious question. Even though Jacholaus was extremely rich, he was aware of the poor conditions many people faced, and how poorly they fared. He would then continue. "If you need a roof over your head, I own a residence here, in Death City, with an easy route to and fro the DWMA. It's...," he said, trailing off. He would finish that thought a moment later. "Well, it may be better to see for yourself."