Originally Posted by nicole black

Damien had walked in after Rorie, his hand coming up to unnecessarily adjust his perfect windsor knot. He to, was looking about the office, though not for weak points; it was partly curiosity, party hoping to find subjects that would interest the Professor and keep him on their - His and Rorie's - good sides. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat beside his partner in crime, looking as cool as a cucumber despite actually feeling rather nervous.

"Yes, we shall." He said, echoing the Professor and [Lucinda Stone Rorie. "Professor Airey, I've not long been here, only a few months and though I do love it here, there are some things... Rules really, that are a bit antiquated, sir, no offense." Damien politely, calmly said, his lips curved in an easy smile. Really, antiquated was putting it lightly, some of these rules, or rather some of the punishments were nearly barbaric, but he'd get to that later. "In particular; the dress code, which, to be honest, I don't fully understand the point of." He had to lead up to his points, take his time, make the professor see reason.

Piling facts and ideas on the older man all at once would be exactly the wrong way to go about it. At least it would be in Damien's mind.