And why should I do that, professor?

If there's no reason, then you should be fine with not getting an answer.

Alright, professor. Promise. ( He smiles. There’s a glint in his eye. He’s lying. )

Something wrong, professor?

Are you sure?

I don't think I follow, professor.

I would never break a promise, professor.

What happened to your faith, professor? ( He's trying to seem innocent, but it's more of a mockery. )

Do I?

What, professor?

You have my word, professor. ( He bows his head. )

( He's giving out baked goods to those who want them, no one seems to be taking them, though. Perhaps it's got something to do with the fact that red icing looks... too close to blood. The scent too, it's... wrong. )

Oui. Would you like one?

Locally.

I know what I'm doing.

Could say the same to you. Je m’appelle Lysandre.

Ah, I see. This is a.. new development for me.

It's odd hours, but I am good otherwise.

Oh, how beautiful the sight of blood in the snow can be...

Oui, it truly is a pretty sight.