Victor didn't flinch when the cold hand touched his shoulder - if there was one thing he trained himself to do it was to not show his insecurities and his fear around others - though skilled senses could see his eyes widen a little, his voice crack a tiny bit, and his pose become less filled with the confidence he chose to display as he turned around to see the teacher he had already expected, doing his best to keep his gaze straight while he looked into those cold eyes. "Hello there, sir. And... yes, you know, um, I was wanting to join that class either way." It wasn't quite true, but it wasn't a complete lie and he certainly hoped it would pass to the teacher - indeed, his parents were adamant that he joined Survival classes, but he wasn't keen on it himself - James' reputation as a brutal teacher with brutal lessons preceded him, and he had enough trouble as it was. Refusing the undead man or his family was equally unthinkable, however, and there was always a slim chance that this was the one class he could excel at to finally make people proud, and he resigned himself to his fate - surely it couldn't be that bad. Victor put on a bit of a forced smile as he replied. "Thank you for the offer, sir. I'll definitely join your class." He looked at the elven teacher for a second, not daring to take his eyes off the undead one for long - something about his presence demanded attention, and he responded to her almost as an afterthought. "And for that matter, yours too, Miss Kiraiian "