"Ah, well," Roman trails off guiltily, lightly tugging his sleeves. Is his imagination? Or does his gold ring feels hotter and heavier today? "I mean, about this mage business in general. It's also partly my fault," he admits. He--Solomon should have left a guideline for the future generations not to act like morons. "You do remember which Class I said I was summoned, right?"

That's a sight. He has no idea what he did, but he's proud he made him smile (relax?), he feels at ease with that. "That's not what I mean," he clarifies, reluctant to continue. Did Lord El Melloi II not know? He's heard the outsider magi aren't really explained the details. Still, he left the subject die. It's not pleasant to talk about sacrifices right in front of his cake.

"Oh," Roman says, ears still hot and looking flustered. Oh. "I had no idea you were so popular," he admits. But makes sense if he was one of the few younger teachers.