Listening to her speak had a calming effect on the man, he enjoyed the sound of her voice. Though he had never mingled much with demons, he had enjoyed the company of a few. Even befriending one of the lower demons who went under the name Lasher and had to work hard to glamour out his long centipede-like form. He'd been quite the conversationalist and had been far too intrigued by vampire customs, often asking Wesley about the way his family had lived. It had been a struggle to converse with him, but he had been a good man, a little dotty but otherwise pleasant. They had been friends for something of a century and a half before Lasher had been called to respond on some insane business in hell. [i]Hell knew where he was now.[/i]

Wesley didn't have class for another few periods and he had a tendency to float through the different rooms while he had nothing to occupy his mind. The other teachers tended to try to shoo him out but Ira seemed acceptant. Easing into the chair that she had pointed out to him, he folded one long leg over the other. He offered her a smile when she asked how engaged his students tended to be and gave a light laugh of some manner. 

"You would think!" he said with an enthusiastic shake of his head. "Sometimes they couldn't give a rat's tail about what I have to teach. I've heard some colorful words used to describe just how much they care about outlining and the differences between light and shade. It's absolutely disheartening. I was home taught but I loved my art teacher. He was an older man, very smart, very patient- why, I never would have learned anything without him!" 

Another laugh, easier this time, the man was fidgety when he spoke. There was a nervous manner to him at all moments, twisting his tie and shifting from side to side. "I would have liked Home Ec when I was younger. Do they give you trouble? They can be a tough bunch."