“I have other students I will have you know.” He had an entire classroom to be exact. The least Arthur could do was try to not be obvious about his favoritism toward Gray. It was understandable why he looked forward to her frequent visits, considering her own unusual circumstances and just who Arthur was, their encounter was none surprising. Though it did worry him. The possibility of Gray growing attached to someone that would inevitably have to leave their world when time had found its end, he worried how that would affect her when the day came. If it could be avoided, he would rather not have to mend those pieces of his student. “If you’re wanting someone to bother,” he said, prodding index finger to the Saber’s forehead, “Bother yourself with Flat. He would be interested in learning from you.”