[ Although he can't ever be accused of lacking confidence, he's always deferred to her in their classes. It's ingrained to him, as much as he might chafe against it, to defer to certain types of authority. It's also his way of trying to show respect. In his own world, a woman wouldn't hold so much power. Within the church, the highest ranking female members were the sisters and nuns of Umbhra'ibaye, who oversaw the creation of the holy oracles. Even when the Payshmura was still in power, he rarely met them, and more often than not he saw them from the other side of the Gray Space. Truthfully, he preferred not being around them. They all may as well have been the one who cut Rousma.
With Yennefer now, he meets the challenge with a slight eyebrow raise of his own, holding his mug in one hand. He's reaching what he thinks is the end of his time and ability to learn more Abraxan magic. It hasn't gotten him exactly where he wanted, but it's been useful. He's grateful to her for the time she's taken with him, though knowing this is coming to an end means he can risk agitating her with questions he might've kept to himself earlier on: ]
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With Yennefer now, he meets the challenge with a slight eyebrow raise of his own, holding his mug in one hand. He's reaching what he thinks is the end of his time and ability to learn more Abraxan magic. It hasn't gotten him exactly where he wanted, but it's been useful. He's grateful to her for the time she's taken with him, though knowing this is coming to an end means he can risk agitating her with questions he might've kept to himself earlier on: ]
Why do you do it, then?