Dorian, too, has noticed the palpable energy in the air as the class begin to become more noticeably restless. A few are already closing their notes, clearly eager to be released. It must be playtime next. Nothing else is likely to get a group of young children so unanimously excited.

The unexpected offer clearly startles him, and he blinks incredulously up at Bull. He's silent for a long moment, as if considering an option he never thought he'd have. "I--well, I wouldn't mind," is what he finally comes up with. Which is to say, I'd like that, but agreeing outright seems too soft. "But do any of them speak common?" He wonders. "Or anything apart from Qunlat?"