[ She may hide her expression, but he hardly needs to see it. Her relief is almost palpable as he holds her, though where someone might normally feel a sympathetic relief in turn, Sebastian of course feels nothing. He had only offered it for practical reasons, since her worry would be a hindrance (and my, had it been for years?), and so the reaction is easily, comfortably predictable. What does surprise him slightly is the question.

He chuckles slightly, soft and amused, but there’s a sort of nostalgia in his tone as he answers. ]

More or less. There were difficulties at first for you both, but I must admit, you were both quite good students. You took my lessons quite seriously.

[ The nostalgia is of course for himself. He’s fondly remembering one of his favorite roles to take up, which is the severe teacher that doesn’t accept failure. It’s an “acceptable” way for him to show his sadism that’ more natural to him as a demon, so of course he enjoys it, even if it’s still quite benign. ]

He struggles with English at times, but that is roughly the only negative thing I can say for his stay in London.