The Mask

"Can I help you? Your stare is bothersome." 

Adelram was stunned but broke that expression with a smile playing on his lips. "I find you fascinating, is all," he said. "How would you like to join me for a meal? I—"

What little interest Zariel had receded back into the depths of his being. He sighed. "I've little time for dinner, much less something as meaningless as meals." He stood up, his presence raising a few brows. "If you seek something, my doors are open. However, if you simply seek to converse, find someone else to bother." 

After half a beat, Zariel had stepped down from the podium as the serving Fae distracted the students with various entrees some could not even dream of consuming.