Before Amarie could speak, Durant apologised for his rudeness, taking a seat at his desk, whilst urging his student to do the same. He watched as she hesitated, wondering what sorts of distressing thoughts could be thundering around the young girl's mind. He wanted to speak, to comfort her in some way, but he held back. Leaning forward, and placing his forearms on his desk, he simply waited for the topic of discussion to be given. He moved his dampened hair - the majority of which was tied back in a loose ponytail - from his face, and tucked it behind his ears.
Upon hearing her suggestion of becoming Adarius' tutor, Matthieu sighed a little, looking down at his hands.
"Amarie," he began, resuming eye contact, and choosing his words carefully, "whilst I do appreciate such a kindness on your part, it is my opinion that it is the job of his tutors to teach him all of the necessary skills. As such, I... I cannot grant you any lesson time to do this." Here he paused, and a brief look of mischief flashed across his face. "However, what you choose to do with your own time is largely out of my hands, and I think this would be a very productive way to spend one's free time." Before changing the subject, he added, "If there is anything I can do to assist you, you need only ask. My schedule permitting, of course. The boy has considerable talent, but I agree with you that he needs guidance. He appears to respect you far more than he does myself."
Durant smiled, and his eyebrows raised in surprise at hearing his students' insistence on helping him clean up the damaged gym.
"That is most kind of you, Mademoiselle. I will make arrangements with the school janitor, also. As the saying goes, 'many hands make light work'. This may have to wait until tomorrow morning, when the classes have finished for the day."
Watching Amarie as her gaze wandered to the floor, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"You look as though there is much that weighs on your mind."
