So she knew he didn't have any knowledge on computers. He was so embarrassed he could scream.
Ruomahl didn't want to share his tutor. He probably didn't have a choice in that regard. He went to his room, less than satisfied. He looked around, looking at many unusual things. There were his bed and the desk, Ruomahl assumed it was a desk, but also an unfamiliar thing. This great, bulky things, with many tentacles springing forth, was the computer? He would have to be careful.
He put his hand on it, and it did not move. Were he not aware it was something mundane, his reaction would be quite different. So he took with him what would be the computer, and all its parts. He exited his room with everything in his hands. It was all going fine, just fine, but then he felt his legs fall. Rowan couldn't let this happen. He tried to stop himself, but nothing he did worked quite right. He fell over, and felt embarrassment, an intense repugnant flame that he could not put out. Why was he such a failure, why? And to do it in front of the girl as well. Now of all times, he made a fool of himself.