[Khamu'wo grimaced as Ikar placed his fishy ass on his desk, and idly wondered what it'd take to get the smell out. However, soon after Ikar offered a worse affront, and Khamu'wo does nothing to hide his surprise, or irritation.

This little shit is trying to swindle a teleport out of him because he's too broke to get home... Is this what Khamu'wo's life has come to? Truly?]

Ikar. First of all, that is not half—must we return to our math tutoring?

[Khamu'wo at least asks that genuinely, with a hint of worry. Did the marauder before him not retain what he had taught him?]

Second of all, I cannot merely cancel on my students on account of you ill managing your gil... You do realize that, yes?