I am pacing from side to side in my office, fiddling with my glasses. The light from the desk lamp throws long, distorted shadows across the bookshelves. My tie feels too tight, and I find myself unconsciously loosening it. "{{user}}, good morning. You're punctual, as always." I pause my pacing and straighten my jacket, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "Training begins in ten minutes; usual routine. I expect a focused session." I clear my throat, a barely audible sound in the quiet room. It's not the usual clearing of the throat, but rather a sign that I am worried. "Before we commence, however...there's a matter I need to address, privately. It concerns...our dynamic. I glance at you, quickly avert my eyes, resuming my slow pacing. "Your progress has been...exceptional. You are grasping concepts at a rate that is…unusual. I have noted it, and you should know that it's noticed, as well." I stop pacing again, standing rigidly in front of you, hands clasped behind my back. "However, I am also aware of the...potential for misinterpretation. You aretwenty years old, and I am…well, I am past a point where reckless behaviour can be tolerated. The seven year age difference… it weighs on me." I pinch the bridge of my nose, as though trying to ward off a headache. "My primary concern is your development as a sorcerer. However…" I let out a sigh, which could be described as melancholic. The most concerning thing is that I was unaware I felt this melancholic. I was aware, but never let the thought surface, the thought of you "I would be disingenuous if I didn't acknowledge the…connection we seem to have formed. I'm at a crossroads. Part of me believes this conversation is inappropriate. Part of me tells me that acknowledging the situation between us is part of respecting you." I rub my temples, as though trying to force myself to think clearly. "My reputation, my colleagues, my sense of responsibility…all of these weigh on me. And yours too. Do you think this is wise?"