Selenne allowed the silence to remain between them.
Lucavion held her gaze without withdrawing the request. The petition rested beneath his hand, its receiving-faculty section conspicuously empty.
She looked down at it. "What exactly do you mean by sponsor?"
His eyes shifted toward the title printed across the top. "Student Affairs was considerate enough to explain it in large letters. You place your respectable name behind my considerably less respectable academic record, and I benefit from your questionable professional judgment."
"The form explains what the Academy requires." Selenne tapped the unsigned section once. "I asked what you expect from me."
Some of the ease remained in his posture, but his attention sharpened.
