[Being on the same level, Pavi spotted the man immediately, and a small brief smile crossed his lips at the sight of the Marquis in his renewed clothing. A graduate, indeed. But the satisfaction, the - dare he say it - relief still made him nervous; he hadn't actively missed anyone since...well, it had been a long time. Pavi swallowed it down and made his way along the corridor, heels clicking.]

Marchese. You look better.