Ignoring the fuss from the half-elf, Ivaran smiles – if such an expression could be called a “smile” rather than a “smirk”. He blinks slowly, assuredly, body language communicating ease and relaxedness to the other feline as he scans the others in the room. He looks back at Bellamy, unhurried. “[color=B2FFFF]Ah,–  yes. I believe so. You are all to be fellow students, I take it?[/color]” In his bag, Korrevene shifts.