"The only thing I know about school is what I've seen in ancient movies." Orpheus said, floating down onto the ground nest to the body shrub and sitting cross legged like a student. "They were places you went to learn and find love, and sometimes everyone spontaneously burst into song, but I never saw one teach anything about weaponry." There was another short, electric pop as his broken eye spazzed out in his head before re-syncing with his other eye. He picked his fallen book up off the ground, gently brushed it off, and set it in his lap. This was far more interesting.  

He glanced over at the boy peaking out of the bushes, the same one he had seen with the other guy in the big room. It looked like he was gene-modded too, unless he wasn't and things were as different on his word as it was on the others. Still, he tapped the spot on his own head where the boys horns would be and mouthed the word "nice" before turning his attention back to the lady.

"If you wouldn't mind, I'd love to learn how alchemistry works. Could you explain your process as you go about your business? It's sure to be interesting if its involved in weapons manufacturing. Are you making something that explodes or is it something darker?"