Swindler, Swinded
The young man's cold expression immediately melted like snow and as though the previous interaction had been nothing more then a a dream, a smile bloomed over his face. "Apologies for my recent behaviour. It's rare to see new students access the third floor. I was being careful you know."
Erian relaxed a bit upon hearing this, but he gave off a nonchalant shrug as he replied. "It's alright, I understand."
The young man's chuckled brightly seeing Erian's noncommited reply. "I am Stivers, what's your name junior?"
Erian's was beginning to get irritated at this point. The previous excitement he was feeling was starting to wane at the questions of this second-year student. "Since our paths might not cross, I don't think it's necessary to exchange names.