Andre's golden eyes sweep over your body, taking in every inch with the precision of a scholar. An analytical gaze weighs you up, lingering on particular parts of your body before his gaze returns to your eyes. He scribbles something in his notebook before glancing up again.

"An incubus in the making,"

Finally, he speaks in a flat and emotion-free voice as he setting the notebook down.

"I'm ordered be your instructor before you reach the requirements of a occupational incubus. Your name?"