[His jaw could cramp with how hard he's clenching it. A small miracle his teeth do not crack under the pressure. Khamu'wo tries not to give heed to stereotypes, but it is not as if his ears have not heard the tales of Ishgardians, and how they conduct themselves at times. Infidelity being rather high, some rumors would say, and Alfeoux is giving proof to such claims.]

Poor planning is what I would name that, but scant is that a fault of mine, nor those of this school.

[A brief glance towards the carbuncle only seems to rile him more—how can something so cute betray him so? While he attempts to keep his ears and tail in check—not wanting either to broadcast his emotions—the irritated flick of an ear gets through his guard.]

If you do not keep yourself presentable, I will be forced to ask you to leave.

[Khamu'wo is trying his utmost to stay professional here, but this damn Ishgardian is truly testing him.]