Emilie paused, one hand clutching the heavy curtains to her, half concealing one blushing cheek, the other hand was loosely clenched at her chest. Her lips, though barely, trembled and she watched this student, Tenshiro, smile at her and applaud her for her performance. "Thank you," she breathed, blinking slowly, "Tenshiro." The name tasted sweet on her tongue and she fought back the urge to say it again. "Hi, I'm--Emilie!" She thrust out her open hand without thinking, the kid-skin glove catching the light and casting her hand in an alluring shadow. "Oh, uhm, I mean.... it's spelled with an I-E, instead of a Y." Just as quickly, she drew back her hand to her chin. "Oh! No! I mean...! ohhh..." She bit her lip and looked down at the hollow just at the base of his neck. It was an old trick she learned for when she was in nervous situations.