Cassandra couldn't help but think there was something about Lorenzo that she...just recognised. What it was, she didn't know, but every time she got a glimpse at his eyes, she seemed disturbed. Her eyes would travel to his gloved right hand, wondering why he only wore one glove like she did. 

She knew her reason, to hide the birthmark on her hand that marked her for what she was. Just like her sword would mark her for what she was when she would draw it. Just like she had felt from Lorenzo in the fight, just before Oliva had broken them up. 

But what did it mean? Surely, he couldn't be like she was, half demon, could he? If that was so, then what mark did he wear under his gloved right hand?

She tore her gaze away from Lorenzo as Oliva seemed to move on in the class. She had to give Ren credit, he took confidence to a whole new level, and she couldn't help but smile. "Pride goeth before a fall, Ren" She said cheerfully, as Oliva turned toward him. 

"Alright then, Ren. Let me see what skills you have. You said you wanted to be a dragoon, correct? Prove that you at least have some base skills for such a classification" Oliva said