It's actually kind of comforting to hear laughter right now. It's not bad, after a night of eternal panic and stress. He's even able to react normally to her stern expression. Of course, that means letting mock-horror cover his face for a whole second, before relaxing into a quiet grin. "You know, I'm glad I'm not crossing you for real. That's very frightening." He sounds quite convinced, if not actually scared.

"I think I've blocked out what we were like at that age." He looks around, trying to spot the youngest ones and relate. He feels older. "But yeah, probably angels. Mud-wrestling, punchy angels." He hasn't forgotten his class's missteps. At least he sounds quite endeared by them.