[ She could say something about chalk at the tip. It would earn her an entirely unimpressed look and a reminder that he is a vampire, they are thralls and that if she can't abide bloodletting she'd best take herself off out of the castle before she fails and becomes one herself.

As it is, the further he gets into his practice, the more he forgets her presence. It really isn't personal, he doesn't know enough about her for it to be personal, he just doesn't have much interest in novices. This is in no little part why his Maker has pulled some strings and gotten Lockwood sent back to the castle for a couple of seasons.

To teach and to develop and interest in novices, and it is definitely going to be a work in progress. Example being the way he finishes up with the thrall, leaving Eden another bloodied body to tend if she is so inclined. ]

There you are then. [ His smile is megawatt but doesn't come close to reaching his dark eyes. ] Plenty for you to 'bother' over, and then wrap yourself in the warm glow of moral -by human standards- superiority. You're welcome.

[ The last two words and the small bow he sketches her are heavy with sarcasm. At least he then turns, and begins to walk away so as to alleviate her of his bothersome presence. ]