“Well, to me it is.” He responded with a roll of his eyes at her statement, shrugging lightly. Clearly, the professor wasn’t bothered by the horns. Why would they? He’d seen stranger things in his life than a woman with horns. Svin literally gained the form of a large phantasmal wolf when using the most common form of his beast magic. Hell, his apprentice’s face sent him into panic attacks on occasion, considering she currently looked like someone who tried to kill him once. So, somehow, he could handle seeing Illyana’s horns more easily. “I take it that it’s normal for when you use your abilities like that.” He added, no hint of judgement in his voice, having noticed the way she narrowed her eyes at him when he first asked. The more sensible concern in his opinion would be to worry about if he ever accidentally pissed her off enough to have that power turned on him.

The attention on his clothes gets a sigh. “I’m unpleasantly aware of that, thanks. I’m probably going to need to burn this suit…” He mumbled with a scowl. It felt gross, and he sure as hell didn’t expect he was going to be able to ever get it properly clean. He hoped that the trail they were following was going to lead to a mirror, after all. The sooner he could do away with the remains of that encounter, the better, in his opinion.

Waver was used to being in debt in some form, so he offered a nod. He wasn’t really sure what she might expect down the line, which was a little unsettling… But he’d cross that bridge if he came to it.