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[sub]Interacting with: [color=f7976a]Varis[/color] [@Achronum][/sub][/center]
Varis ignored Aaron's ending question (fine, it was mostly rhetorical anyway) and handed him his phone instead. Aaron took it and entered in his contact information (noting that Varis had only included his first initial and briefly wondering why) as he listened to the Count's rules expectations, handing it back when he was done. 

Still a little light of foot after taking inventory of his skills, Aaron now silently chastised himself as the vampire brought him back down to earth. Of course he would be the judge of Aaron's skill, anyone would be a fool to take a braggart at his word and it was entirely reasonable to demand proof. The command for a sparring partner piqued Aaron's interest; he had spent his training years sparring with more or less the same people, and he was interested to see what kinds of weapons and skill the Academy student body had to offer. He wasn't sure how he'd go about finding a sparring partner on such short notice, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited at the prospects. Aaron's heart lifted a touch out of its solemnity. Whatever the reason he'd been sent here, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. 

He nodded along as Varis spoke, uttering a curt [color=CBBA2E]"yes,"[/color] or [color=CBBA2E]"of course,"[/color] whenever necessary. The Count's expectations were high, and his rules strict. However, Aaron didn't mind Varis' rigid expectations for his academic performance; in fact, what most might hear as a vague threat, he heard as a challenge. A compliment, even. He was vainly flattered that he would be important enough a presence in his master's life that he would be held to such high standards, and he'd always taken that responsibility to heart, always reveled in the opportunity and the drive to improve. 

Something ticked in the back of his head and the bottom of his gut, spiking every few steps before sinking again. Lingering discomfort from their earlier... interaction. Aaron did his best to shake it off; failing that, he pushed it down with a deep breath and turned his mind to matters at hand. 

He took no issue with Varis' mention of what sounded like a dietary plan (he was used to that, and it might be relaxing not to have to worry about planning his every meal on his own) and his request - or demand, rather - for medical information was nothing new. Aaron had those records neatly arranged in a file folder in his luggage somewhere, but luckily there wasn't much to worry about. The Noilas had done an excellent job of keeping his family healthy over the generations, another thing he was grateful to them for. 

As he was turning things over in his mind, wondering who he might find as a sparring partner and how he'd perform compared to Varis' standards, Aaron almost didn't notice the sudden turn the Count made away from what looked to be the student dorms. He was puzzled in the instant it took for him to turn as well, but understood when he saw where they were going. Of course, those combined dorms weren't where they were going. The Academy would never force a noble vampire to board alongside the common population; the very idea would be an insult to more than a few of the nobles he knew of, and in a world where old deeds never truly die, it was best to avoid conflict. In fact, Aaron vaguely remembered hearing that it had been a Sinnenodel girl who had raised enough hell to have separate housing built back at the start of the Academy's long history. Of course, he could have been mistaken; they had spent surprisingly little time on the Academy during his education, and it was practically fact that at any given time somewhere around Noila castle someone was almost assuredly whispering about the Sinnenodels. 

Still, the sight of the nobles' dorms at the end of the complex was exciting. It hadn't quite sunk in until then, but this would be Aaron's first time living more or less on his own. He spun his ring on his finger behind his back, discreetly fidgeting in anticipation.