[Does Palamedes have a good working knowledge of trysts in the lecture hall, a fine question, one that is probably not entirely appropriate without a drink and a half of Blue swimming around in his system right now. He shakes his head - maybe on paper, does reading material count - and shrugs one shoulder.]

Me? No. You don't? You were so- [he waves a hand; thorough? To say nothing of how he apparently made use of props — Palamedes does remember the artful tousling of his hair and some pointedly undone buttons, a thought that he dwells on for a heartbeat too long - before usernames and clever titles pull him back to the present.]

I've been through my share of terrible novels; I have one from home, I'll lend it to you. It's garish and political, you'll like it.

[In the bad novel roast kind of way, the same way Palamedes likes it, he's sure. His gaze wanders over to the guards dragging the would-be pummeler away, like, it's novel - he's seen his fair share of violence (necromancer perk!), but not so much an earnest brawl. With knives, even.]

Oh; there's a system, [he says with a nod, and looks back at Viktor (who is leaned in a fraction closer now, and smirking, and whose hair is still just a little tousled, and hmm-)] Helpful— I try not to be in grabbing distance of anyone throwing a punch, but...

[Helpful indeed. He's paying full attention to fight or flight tutorials.]